Drums of rain beat the roof,
drops are scattered in the pool,
bubbling water. Buds approve,
heated stones are getting cool.
Lost all colours - sky is grey;
beaches emptied, tide is high.
Swimmers washed away by rain,
gravid clouds are uptight.
And again all day, all night
gods compose a floating waltz.
Ocean waves are mixing light
rain’s water with its salts.
Just a lonely surfer braves
stormy surges, ghastly winds;
while the soul of ocean craves
the excitement - join in.
Buds of rain
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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