Rain
 
Heaven dropped a blossoming tear
Then another, and another

Spring thus called her flowers
Out my children, time for showers

Rinse in warmness
Rinse in colors
Rinse off vainness
Rinse away sloppy hours

Oh, Tarry not, Tarry not
Here came the fruity summer
The all-season’s Ball

By Drauntz

© 2008 Drauntz (All rights reserved)

 

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