The Beauty About Imperfections

The smell of either soil or concrete after the rain is breathtaking The sight of the sky and the birds on a warm day is amazing The sound of the wind blowing dry leaves is astonishing The sight of blossoming flowers is unmatched But the smell of pollen everywhere is overwhelming I was hoping it would be a beautiful day One with some drops from the sky to say that he still wants us to survive the heat (and there were some) Where he fills the dams just enough until he would need to again One that would kiss us goodbye with a rainbow But the wind invaded tempestuously I was hoping it would be a wonderful day One with brightness, colour and music Where Mr Sun would grace us with his warmth and caress our heavy skins One that would kiss us goodbye with dusk not so dark But the clouds hid his face I was looking forward to a fairly windy day The kind that let's you see the beauty of the brown fallen leaves One that reminds us that life can leave you puffy on some days One that would kiss us goodbye with an embrace of calmness and quietness But the sun rudely dominated the turbulence I thought today would be like one of those washing powder adverts Where butterflies and colourful, cheerful birds fly all over the place Where the grass is green and a thousand flowers bloom One that would kiss us goodbye with all types of allergies But the wind blinded our eyes and robbed us of the sight that left some sneezing, others itchy and others swollen Not one of them were perfect, but something about them was.