the rain-sheets of water are hung out
like grey laundry from the clouds.
she dances through them
like they’re stage curtains,
smiling to the waltz, the music,
of the hidden sunshine and thus
for the joy of the rain.
Falling Violin-Strings
Posted: April 26, 1992 in PoetryTags: Clouds, Dance, Music, Rain, Sun, Water
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