The sky blackens in the afternoon
Knowing the rain will soon come,
Birds fly high and sing their tune
It gives plants more chances to blossom,
The skies above grow more solemn,
As the air grows so very cold,
But this storm has long been foretold.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.25/2005
Just waiting for it to rain. Gives me a chance to try different styles too. ;o)