observe and see
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Poem for the day
Rainstorm
Sweet the soothing sound of rain
brushing, brushing across the wall
divine whisper of nature's shower,
making clean the trees.
Scent of clean washed grass,
mingled with watered stone,
speaks of newborn days
and the goodness of the morn.
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