After the Rain

Send us Fan MailAfter the Rain In the early morning of July and grey, after the rising storms of summer night, the stars have fallen in their thousands, from the dusk and drought of evening light, for after the rain the cloud washed streets, under the dripping green of weeping trees, the sky blinks in puddles of tears,for June has taken her blossom and flowersand sits still, silent in the empty parkand quietly, softly, slowly leaves. [email protected]