Tapping Thoughts

The rain taps on the metal like reminders, not to forget Those sunny days that seem so rare always return to dry the wet Puddles of mirrors on the ground Quiet reflections, left to see I find the peace just by looking at these pictures in front of me The weather changes, liife changes, in a minute, hour or day I remember when the sky is bright, there's time to celebrate and play Maybe, I'll tap dance like the rain The mirrors will return a smile As the warm sun beams shine again I'll celebrate another mile Heidi Sands 4/11/24 8 Syllables (C)opyright