Friday, March 14, 2008

A sober morning turned into a grey evening

When the sky cracked itself open,

To pour forth the rich bounty of water.

Heavy sheets of thin water streamed down from the skies.

Like cobweb threads hung in neat columns

The noisy cascade of rain broke through clouds to fall beneath.

Drops built one over the other,

Fell uniformly to wet the soil on earth.

The green trees seemed greener and

The soil was heavy with water.

Girls tip-toed their way

While boys jumped into slushy puddles.

A cool evening and a sober feeling.

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