I Love It When Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love it when painted skies
Look like oven-ready pies
When clouds like lambswool
Slowly but surely vaporise.

I love waiting for a rainbow
What an excitement
Brimming over like a volcano
To see all those colours vibrant.

I love it when the rain stops
When raindrops fall plip plop
When dancing clouds spin & roll
And thunder growls atop.

I love it when pavements steam
And the evening skies sapphire
Sparkles with a starry dream
I lose my pathos mixed with satire.

I love that taste of freshness
As though the world has been
Cleaned and has no penance
And every surface got sheen.