The Purity of Rain

 

And then the rain came…

cast across the morning,

this first of many new,

washed within the sky’s grey frame,

descending without warning –

a veil withholds the view.

 

But you can see me anytime,

just look outside and find

Nature’s tears will clear the air,

they help me find the rhyme -

an avian sky no longer blind

through purity and care.

 

© Andrew Williams

17 January 2011

 

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