The Rain

 ´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه

When the soft blue sky

turns a dust charcoal grey

I frown

When the rain comes hard and fast

and I’ve got two blocks to go before I reach home

I frown

When the comes hard and fast

and baths the gardens, trees and lawns

I smile

When the thunder and lightening amplifies it’s great sounding

booms, when I’m all alone

I frown

When the flowers peak up through their freshly washed petals

I smile

When the rain stops and I watch the kids

playing outside in the puddles

I smile

When the rain stops and I have to jump and maneuver

around those puddles in order to reach my destination

I frown

When I see how the rain has bathed everything

to clean and fresh

I smile

When I see the dust charcoal grey sky

turn a soft soft blue

I smile

And when I see those glorious flowing colors

across the big empty sky

I do more than just smile

 ´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه´☂`ه

Written when I was eighteen,  

after an afternoon thunder storm 

while babysitting my nephews.

Over at Dodge Writes, JL has a wonderful idea 

to have a day when we write prose, 

about what is happening in our day or stories of old, 

or prompt imaginary stories. Today she is having us start off  

with our weather..Hope you all join in too...

Dodge Writes: Tales of Tuesday