It may be raining..right outside.

Drops of rain falling near and wide.

Ecstatic beyond all known belief.

The clouds release with swift relief.

The ground is quenched – for now at least.

Birds gorge on worms, their slimy feast.

Now the clouds have emptied rain.

Relief to see the Sun again.

 

© The Secret Poetess, January 2017

 

 

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