The rain drops make a weave like a spider web <br />To keep hanging the whole sadness in the air. <br />On cobbled streets, people hear the sounds' ebb <br />Silver clouds are choleric dreams in the sun's glare. <br /> <br /> <br />Some pieces of a shattered happiness may be seen, <br />The lightning still coils like a huge snake in the sky. <br />Beckoning the visible stubborn sunbeams for green, <br />The whisper of the fickle gale becomes a battle cry. <br /> <br />The rain stops placidly amid the noise of broken dreams. <br />The nature's fears and wills disappear in ignorance. <br />New blossoming buds are waited on tree maternal limbs, <br />But autumn’s milk of green is only sweet remembrance. <br /> <br /> <br />The rainbow appears as a belt of multicolor weaves, <br />The streams of old life begin again to flow in delight. <br />The noisy wind still dances on the shivering leaves. <br />The lake reflections may steal the crude sun's light.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-and-rain/
