The Midsummer Rain

The Midsummer Rain

The wind blew in all directions,
making the leaves dance like illusions.

The thunder binds,
fears of all kinds.

The perfume of the Earth, 
overpowers the stink of the hearth.

The clouds form many patterns, 
sometimes like little lanterns.

Children long to play in the rain,
and argue with their parents in vain.

Who would want to be left behind,
when the skies get kind?


20.04.2012

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