It was just another Spring storm...
Wild winds and hail---
But the bashful Sun peeked through the clouds...
And lifted-the storms blackened veil;
Raibows were brush stroked in full colour...
Painting sky canvas-filled arches of coloured light...
The air all fresh and renewed...
Lending an ambience of: 'Springtime Delight';
Proving that with every storm--
Every dropp of rain that may fall...
A renewel of Mother Earth arrives...
'Neath the Springtimes thunderous call! ;
The Essence
July 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem