and where the sun is now?
you are waiting all morning,
did not come.
and you are sad, and now
you become a face to face
with sorrow like in front
of a mirror
the first drops your tears
everything is mixed,
and you do not want anything.
you want to have peace of mind
and suddenly you see a pen,
and white pages waiting.
You start to write about May.
and you are feeling the sun.
it's nice,
like now,
it all happened,
and now, he is and you.
and he is wiping your tears.
and after the rain.
Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-rain-23/
