Beauty of the Rain
when the storm hits the dusk
the yellows , oranges and reds
brilliant beams of lights
rainbows across the valley
soft taping on the leafs
blowing a mist
across my face
a blanket of spreading showers
sweeps like a painters brush
over the dry pavement
a rush of water
sweet to the smell
(eucalyptus smells the best)
as the drops get stronger
my mood tends to ease up
problems seem to dissolve
as the rain washes away the day
just the beauty of the rain
Copyright © Gregory Ramos | Year Posted 2014
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