Saturday, November 28, 2015
A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles in staccato rhythm.
A constant and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low--weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces for their washing.
The cold, crisp rain refreshes.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns to brighten the day.
The air smells fresh and clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.