Celeste wrote a poem the last night, here it is:
Rain
drizzling down
thunder in the distance
a cool breeze
but safe inside
grasses dripping
gentle splashes as water hits water
a silver-tinged sky
a cozy bluish room
pours harder
lightning strikes
followed by a loud
BOOM
and the rain returns to a normal pace
eventually,
eyes grow heavy
brain slows down
and soon,
sleep.
a peaceful rest
eyes open
body awakes
outside muddy puddles cover the ground
and the world has been sprinkled with clear, wet pearls
flowers hold miniature pools of water fit for an ant
droplets of water slide down heavy leaves
and drop into puddles below
splish
the air has a fresh scent
and a refreshing chill
the sky is a calm grey
soon to be replaced
with a happy spring sun
the grass is damp now
but will dry soon
the puddles that litter the ground
will soon evaporate
soon the birds will be calling
to one another
from the trees and the sky
soon the bees will be buzzing,
humming through the flowers
and the fox kits will be playing
in the meadow
every creature is at ease,
for spring is here.
life will be about
soon
but, yet
soon the owl will hoot
and the day will be over
the sun will go down
sleep will happen
and soon,
soon the sun will be up,
and the birds will be calling,
and the bees will be humming
the fox kits will be playing,
and the day will restart.
Spring.
