The rain fell

Every morning at the same time

Short Outbursts with the beginning as sudden as the end

As if the rain washed the night away with long tears of misery

Taking away the darkness that tarnished the sky

Like a paint spill on a clear canvas

Like a blemish on a pretty white blouse;

Cleansed clean welcoming a new day

A clean slate

A new opportunity

The rain fell; The sky cried

But the sun shone colouring the canvas anew

New pictures; new sceneries

But again the cycle will begin

And the rain will fall

Every morning at the same time.