The wet shiny glistening droplets
Appear like jewels
Sprinkled on the window pane
Rapping like a thousand birds saying,
‘listen to the rain’
Across the sky a formation
Of colours start to form,
Building up to a rainbow
The aftermath of storm,
Behind a distant cloud
Peeps the round globe of the sun
Sending heat drying the earth,
Also tear-like droplets are sent
flushing, like washing life’s troubles
To ground then to grate,
For that is all they are worth.
Sandra Cameron
