Rain fall swift on me.

by evergreenovella

Slick-sheened pavement. Black with rain.

The air cuts.
But its smell is fresh and all the ground’s greens beam deep with color.

The sun is soon to sleep. But who would know as she hides behind her cloud blanket, begging for bedtime early tonight. The rain is cause for tired eyes.

The bloom of summer sits on the other side of these April showers.


Warmth is not all you will bring. I hope for brightness and simplicity under your sun. She is unabashed and knowing during those months.