Rain

Ever just sit and listen to the Rain, truely listen to it dance up and down the window pane.
The diffrence between a spring shower with its hush whispers among the flowers,
or a full bown storm with the howl and the boom that can be heard from every room.
When the thunder and wind start playing their little tune. The banging of the drum or the clashing of the
cymbols, are the music needed to help the field faries stay nimble.
Dancing across the clover and along the grasses, the field faries come to dance in large masses.
The rain has many faces, some soft and subtle while others are loud and fierce. Can feel soft as silk,
yet like pins and needles. but the rain is never feable.
It washes away the earths daily grime, makes it smell fresh and new for a time.
EVER SIT AND LISTEN TO THE RAIN AS IT DANCES UP AND DOWN THE WINDOW PANE.

MICHELLE Y, KELLEY
DECEMBER 2010