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On The Balcony
I'm now sitting on the balcony,
watching gentle rain drops fall,
in such perfect harmony,
each single, tiny drop.
It's music tinkles sharply
on roof tops down below,
and blends in tune, with wind songs,
that echo off the waves.
The sea shore's almost empty,
except for one umbrella,
held by a committed walker,
speeding ever onward so!
The sunshine from this morning,
has wished itself goodbye,
but this scene still holds true beauty,
such subtle, softened haze.
It grows cooler by the minute,
as the rainfall gathers force,
but still I sit here watching,
as the waves dance, with heightened grace.
This movement and this music,
merges into muted mist.
I feel a stray of raindrop,
against my outstretched leg.
Now my notebook's being pelted,
with stronger strays of fall,
so I think, I'd better go inside,
and leave this glistening scene.
Joy Weare.
10th September, 2004.
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