Summer's Showers For Tender Hands

Summer's showers for tender hands stretching out to rainy skies...not thundering, stunningly doomed by silence; thankful hands showing gratitude: pure love flowing from the smallest heart... to rapidly move and thrill us with its sincere feeling and bring us back to that lost fortitude! The wistling train rushes and winds through the fertile plain sorrounded by misty hills, the attentive adolescent follows it 'till it vanishes; he'll make great strides to achieve his goals and build a foundation that no one will ever undue, whomever awaits fortune...doesn't have any dreams! Summer's showers for tender hands... for someone showing genuine happiness; and he's desirous to know the meaning of everything: from the smaller things to the greatest things... his knowledge must extend and grow until his curiousity runs low! What others despise,he adores... when innocence is a reflection of purity, many detest it with animosity! Another train returns to the foggy town... a town so lonely and without sun; the jeering boy waves at someone,so familiar, smiling beyond an open window... someone who inspires him to dare: to steadly feed his fervent ego... to enhance his insatiable aspirations that'll bring him greatness tomorrow! Summer's showers for tender hands that hold nothing within their grasp... and need fond hopes and assurance; a strinkingly handsome lad catching butterflies with one hand... a captor who fundles them as babies and sets them free to spring up to the illimitable,idle skies! The joyous adolescent trots along the immense flowers' fields humming his favorite song... picking up one of each kind: clover, daisy,pansy and violet... to give them to the one he loves more; he finally stops to make a simple wish with open eyes: to live a life full of promise and make those good choices... to let nothing stand between him and his priced freedom!