The morning breaksthe world awakens
the cold bites
the heavens begin weeping
Their tears pour groundward
in an unending downfall
they create muddy puddles
for splashing and stomping in
The skies rhythmical teardrops
their melodic pattering lullaby beats
on the summers dry foliage
the flower's faces droop increasingly lonely
Before long all flowers have disappeared
rivlets of clean cool rain meander
their cold feet leave nothing untouched
their wakes leaves a newly washed world
Everything sparkles, gleams, and shines and reflects
the way unique to after a rainfall
the animals step blinking out of shelter
to view in awe, a new world
Love that little kitty sitting under the umbrella and your words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan! =) Yes, I thought the cat to be very cute.
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