After a Rain

The trees are so green, so crisp and so clean

The musty brick house rose up behind it

The bark on the tree is as black as a the sea,

on a wild and stormy night

The rain soaked painting, I see before me,

only moves with the wind.

brushing and rushing,

bouncing and bobbing,

teasing my eyes,

escaping the rain

The window so clear, seems to reach out

with its vibrant hands and invite us out

The sun so low in the sky

peeps and then hides

                          photo credit google

-Grace