Raining Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Raining Beauty
Rain falling down in rivers upon my van, cleaning off the
summer's dirt and leaving water spots in return.
Darkly, cloudy, everything dressed in gray, yet feeling
happy inside my head, I played in the rain.
No one else seemed as glad to see the rain, it's beauty as
it flowed from the sky and filled the desert with life-
giving fluid.
It's fantastic! How can anyone not like it as much as I?
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