Spring in Pigments of Rain
I rest upon my quilt and prepare myself for sleep
while the steady pulsating of water-drops
cleaves a dulcet ballad for me.
I sigh as the crisp midnight air washes over me.
The rain masqueraded from my roof
and descends to the grass.
It loved the grass as lovers do in a pure seasoned tune.
From grass the wind supplied rain to the rivulet
where it integrated with the Lilly pads.
The heavens' overhead reverberated
with the tenor of thunder and lightening
--- pigmented midnight sky.
A trickle of rain that cascades to a bough
and adores the leaves of Spring.
In mist globules of enchantment
we all go to sleep
while rain
chants in the silhouettes
of Spring.
