Rainfall

Rains falls gently
On a bed of pink roses.
The clouds above weep
Mournfully, fearfully,
Angrily.
The raindrops fall on the face
Of a beautiful woman,
Clothed in layers of blue.
She takes a perfect bloom
And holds it to her breast.
Her breath catches in her throat
As the wind whips her hair
Around her perfect face.
The clouds seem to frown,
Jealous of her glory.
The day turns swiftly cold,
And frozen is she,
Frozen in time,
Trapped forever
In a perfect cameo
Of elegant blue and white,
Upon which the rain
Gently, swiftly falls.

~ January 19, 2009 ~