Rain

The raindrops on the window pane
sparkle like stars,
and without the sunshine
the flower garden shines brighter,
reds, yellows, purples and pinks
dance to the beat of the rain
proudly carrying their diamonds
like a young princess at her first ball.

And somewhere I hear a grumbling voice
lamenting a grey that I do not see.

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~ by spasmicallyperfect on October 3, 2006.

One Response to “Rain”

  1. And somewhere I hear a grumbling voice
    lamenting a grey that I do not see.

    Very truthful line.
    A phrase I utter from time to time:
    Inside every silver lining, there’s a dark cloud.
    Grey is just another colour of life…
    Almost missed this post.
    Beautiful thoughts, S…

    ~m

    Interesting your take on the ‘grey’ line, I like it very much. When I wrote it, it had nothing to do with an internal feeling but more about hearing someone else complain about the weather. Your interpretation adds a whole new depth to it….. love it.

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