Lightning tears through the greys above
And heavily, endless raining.
Hiding in her chilling cove,
She finds no friends to confide in.
The rain it ceases, the rainbow flies,
Where distant skies still alighting.
She sniffs, and pauses, and realise,
Someone else is too acrying.
- Henry Rogers
rain
Posted by Roger A. Tetrahart at 11:23
22 April 2006
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