Life can blow in gentle wisps or suddenly seize the day in consternation. So whenever I sense a billowy riff, I look to the sky for clarification. Of course, I realize that many storms pass without peril, and there is often radiance after the rain. But when a particularly vile storm causes all the flowers to sag, I know each one understands me.
Rainy night Odd streaks of light Rainbow flecks Breathtaking effects Umbrellas rush Hearts melt and crush Sprinkles splatter Puddles shatter Silver bells Cast their spells The moon shines Revealing signs Busyness ensues Amidst stunning views Nobody sees The magic in these