Three days of rain
Blades of grass
Are piercing
In patches already
The paddocks take
On a greener hue
The soil is soaking
All the water it can
Only one of two puddles
Are gathering here and there
The rain is playing
A tattoo on the roof
Almost strong enough
For a headache
To take place
Barely seen by the eye
Which sense to believe?
The verandah gives
Access to the outside world
Without getting wet
The rain delivers us
A new dimension!
Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment