The cool breeze Floats through the window Missed and welcome after The heat of the week. The heat is not forgotten As the small sparrow Plays in the dust bath Of clay that lost all to the heat. Slowly the rain falls Slightly above a misting Slightly below the drenching That is so badly needed. But through the window I can hear the rain fall Gently, softly, refreshing despite Its meager presence. The sparrow will have A small shower With its bath today.
Categories: Poetry in Motion
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