Bright, Clear Picture
A city park after
a storm
The leaves on
the trees are drooping
small puddles
in the muddy field
birds flying overhead
Empty now, the park
almost seems like a
living organism
Drip, drip,drip
as the water slides down
a statue
The benches are wet
but I decide to sit
on one
Breathing in air that
has been cleansed by
the downpour
If I only felt this way all the time!
a squirrel rushes up
an oak tree
life goes on
as it always has
Sometimes we
need a heavy rain
to clear the air
to feed the grass
to make us feel
whole again
The squirrel comes
down again
curious and hoping for
food
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