filled the canvas with shades of gray.
The strokes could convey,
what the heart had to say...
So cold, so beautiful,
the dark clouds of the rain...
The silver droplets had just
washed away all of my pain...
I sat there blissful
to complete my work of art...
I had to compete with the rain
to listen to the beats of my heart...
Through the drizzle I continued;
Each rush made the canvas fuller..
I continued with the music the rain played...
The droplets adding to the color...
I sat there on the benches
admiring my work of my art...
Joy of the drizzle fading and
ecstasy the experience had brought...
The sun shone through the clouds
revealing the hidden...
I sat there again,
to pour my thoughts...
The rushes of my brushes
filled the sky with blue...
The day with its blushes
felt completely true...
