07-26-2013, 09:45 PM
Clouds burst, heavy dose of liquid sunshine
and Mother Nature's sparkling wine.
Puddles flood the summer grass.
Our town, this storm did not surpass.
The yard diluted with heaven's tears,
nothing changing through the years.
The clothesline, melancholy, sodden,
rained upon and forgotten.
Out where all the angels cry,
not a place to hang and dry.
I'll do my wash another day,
when the sky isn't so gray.
and Mother Nature's sparkling wine.
Puddles flood the summer grass.
Our town, this storm did not surpass.
The yard diluted with heaven's tears,
nothing changing through the years.
The clothesline, melancholy, sodden,
rained upon and forgotten.
Out where all the angels cry,
not a place to hang and dry.
I'll do my wash another day,
when the sky isn't so gray.