The tears do turn the skies dark grey
Still dripping down the dreary day
The pat-pat-patter sounds around,
And glistens, splatters on the ground.
.
And patiently subdued sits she,
The Sun who rests while rock and tree
Are cleansed of grime without delay
On this, a dark and gloomy day.
.
The billows have self-conscious gleams
See there! Far beyond rainy streams
A prick of light is growing fast,
It curls round floating mountains vast.
.
Do look and laugh with cheery grin
Upon the farce, façade, and din.
Mischievous smiles attempt to hide
Behind the clouds where sunbeams stride.
Still dripping down the dreary day
The pat-pat-patter sounds around,
And glistens, splatters on the ground.
.
And patiently subdued sits she,
The Sun who rests while rock and tree
Are cleansed of grime without delay
On this, a dark and gloomy day.
.
The billows have self-conscious gleams
See there! Far beyond rainy streams
A prick of light is growing fast,
It curls round floating mountains vast.
.
Do look and laugh with cheery grin
Upon the farce, façade, and din.
Mischievous smiles attempt to hide
Behind the clouds where sunbeams stride.
2 comments:
Wow, I had to look outside to see if it was really raining after reading this one!
Brava, Sarah! You have such a talent with words!
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