Grey clouds in the sky… Foreboding backdrop…

Water on the pavement reflects grey sky.

Under the sky not a spot remains dry,

The rain is drumming upon the rooftop.

Raindrops into puddles fall with plop-plop.

Like teardrops on branches the raindrops hang

In hearts evoking melancholy pang…

The rain is drumming upon the rooftop.

A strong breeze arises chasing the clouds,

Pushing them, forcing them into exile.

Blue skies are showing over the hilltop,

Sun melting away the last greyish shrouds.

Hearts are warming into a broad, warm smile…

Sunrays are playing upon the rooftop.

© P. J. Oszmann (2004)