Elegy
This is no ordinary weather.
Not when the wind sings.
The rain warms like the sun.
The droplets fall from the sky.
In a rainbow of hues.
The soft patter is a harmony.
The sound of angels.
It’s the sound of goodbye.
A final gift.
A world cleansed of pain.
Light renewed.
The rainbow is her elegy.
Lisa Loves Words 