After the Rain

After the Rain

Rain, rain, rain, beating on the house.

Showering the roof, streaming down the windows.

Patter patter on the roof, splish splash on the sidewalk.

On and on it pours, never stopping through the night.

But then the morning comes and the sun peeks over the hill

To see her precious earth and shower it with light.

Shining brightly, radiant beams sweep over the golden fields.

Every blade of green grass shines and sparkles in the sunlight.

Every puddle reflects her rays of golden light, peering up into her face.

Every rock is slowly warmed and the coolness fades away.

The flowers try to kiss her face, but cannot reach that high.

And the heavenly clouds, so high and free, dance around for joy.


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