Friday, May 30, 2014

A Rarity

It came.
After much roaring and rumbling,
Rain poured heavily from the clouds.

With a swish of my skirt, I vanished
From the hall to the balcony
First to take down the laundry
And then to dance of happiness

Rare it was, for me to feel anything but gloom
When, as I saw it, the sky decided to cry out...

Today I was bouncing on my heels
For joy of new found feelings, friends and happiness... :)

~N

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