Rain Falls.

There is strange beauty in
the fall of rain
that slips so often past
pavemented eyes.

This silver chaff outlines
each breath of wind
and dances down to earth
from deadened skies.

It forms its tragic pools.
It falls from high.
Its transient circles
break the mirror of eternal sky.

©kath otoole 23/08/2010 (raining – again).

sonetta
wonderful, wonderful...!

Fay Slimm
Kath this piece is superb - - Bookmarked for sure.