the rain powdered down <br />like fine sand thru' fingers <br />and caught in my hair <br />like dew drops <br />in a spider's web; <br />(only it wasn't so pretty!) <br /> <br />my thoughts <br />like fairies, fathomless in flight <br />delighted the mood. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />9 August, '83<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/august-tidings/
