The Rain Is Gone

The musical rambling is gone From my roof top and window pane The sky displays the washed Sun with the passing of torrential rain Trees wake up green and fresh Grasses have not gone completely dry The air is still wet and sticky In the sky pieces of dark clouds lazily fly Days of music and dance are Over and now time has come to greet The cold wind that brings With it winter into the valley and street Dance of raindrops on leafs, Buds and petals will be seen no more Missing sight of birds shaking Wings in pools mind upwards will not soar