The rain dries,
In my eyes.
The storm stops,
Still with “ker-plops”.
The ground is dry,
The sun is shy.
Trees waving safety,
Still a little shaky.
Umbrellas down,
No streets drown.
Wind blowing strong,
Trees moving along.
Fresh air is sweet,
Birds come out to tweet.
Its all over,
No need to rover.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
The rain dries,
In my eyes.
The storm stops,
Still with “ker-plops”.
The ground is dry,
The sun is shy.
Trees waving safety,
Still a little shaky.
Umbrellas down,
No streets drown.
Wind blowing strong,
Trees moving along.
Fresh air is sweet,
Birds come out to tweet.
Its all over,
No need to rover.