The soft pattering of rain filled my ears,
The glittering droplets bouncing off the leaves.
Creating miniscule ripples along the river,
The air cool and damp to the skin.
But there were things to look forward to,
When the rain had ceased.
Rainbows will open up a path,
For the sky to come through.
Giving it a chance to show brightness,
Once again.
Written by plumtree
Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized