An afternoon rain...
Raindrops, I see them slowly fall from the sky,
they drip and splash, wetting all in their way
and a symphony of water entices us to play.
They gather into puddles and will soon be dry.
Rainbows, are seen by a certain few.
They appear from nowhere soon after the rain
and disappear as quickly as when they came.
Let us sit for a moment and enjoy the view.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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