After The Rain

“After the rain”

Leaves strewn across 
A dead end street
Reds, yellows, and orange

Water flows alongside a curb
Carrying a paper sailboat
To new destinations.

The sun tries to peak, no not yet
Who knows where it goes
When the dark clouds gather?

Come out like a frightened child
Hiding behind mother’s skirts
After the rain.

By Paul D Aronson. 2002. All Rights Reserved.

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