after the rain.

its like...

silence.
golden.

and its as if life itself will be crawling out from the puddles

to first find light.

still air
and a calm breath.



the tiny drops of rain stiff in the mesh,
and act as diamonds.
refracting for you rainbows.

and thus ends the second of two s****y poems.
about rain.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

from diamonds to the gutter~ you bisect the line between the beauty of the upper layers of life from the mud streams sliding down gutters with absolute perfection~

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

Even seeing nature on the streets