Friday, June 3, 2011
I watched the rain fall from the sky
A million drops to make a puddle.
The birds don't sing and they don't fly,
But sit on limbs bunched in a huddle.
The clouds are soft and disappearing.
Is that golden light a ray of sun?
Could it be the storm is clearing?
Are the rain clouds on the run?
I cross my heart and fingers too,
And hope that sunshine fills the earth.
I long to see a sky of blue
display the joy of rainbow's birth.