Rainy Days 1

Sad rainy days...
I fall apart slowly like a
soaked cardboard box.
Everything in life is dull
But a deeper color than it was
before
Just as rain soaks the trees and
weeds and makes them a deeper
color than on a bright, sunlit
day
How can a clear liquid change
the color of something?
Or perhaps it has color afterall,
we just can't see it.
I do see that there are little
mirror puddles between the
grasses in the yard
And that the yard is more
beautiful now than when
it is dry, for it holds a
mystery, an added depth,
through these little sunken
mirrors with wintertime's brown,
soaked grasses poking through.
There is beauty, when you look
past the surface--on a
sad, rainy day.

               by Rebecca Yoder
               at 7:58am on a sad rainy day

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Rainy Days 2

Cloistered in a convent of sad gray
clouds,
I kick my feet behind me as I lie
on my tummy on the thick
corduroy couch cusions and
look out the window.
A sad sky beckons me to clear
it. The trees cry for me to help
them dance again, the raindrops
dripping off their needles like
teardrops.
I smile at them from the cozy
indoors. Even the house is
crying as drip, drip, drip falls
from the ends of the eaves.
The seclusion of this rainy day
wraps me in its warm secrecy.
Does anyone else see what
I see?
The world outside is crying,
But I LAUGH!



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