Flickering raindrops on telephone wires.
Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires.
There is no sun only streetlights alight,
It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night.
Muddied meadows, swollen streams,
Did the mild autumn only exist in dreams?
“When will it stop raining?” asked the girl of her mum.
And will we ever see a return of the sun?”
Her mum thought hard and then did reply. “With every day, there comes a surprise
Only with some, they are beyond our eye.
The sun brings life, but so does the rain.
Life needs the both to begin again.”
Pastures green for the horse to graze,
Water reflections that do amaze.
Rainbows falling on pots of gold.
Lives to live before life grows old.
The wind that whips the blades of grass.
Reasons that are hard to grasp.
Why is the winter so wet and cold,
Is it God’s punishment for getting old?
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