When the last few glistening droplets fall,
The sun enters through bamboo blinds on my windows.
Mosaic on the walls.
The clouds lace the sky and open wide holes of blue.
I think I see hope written within.
Vivid hues begin to arch across the heavens
Signalling the birds to begin their multi-toned aria of joy.
Air perfumed by the last rose of summer
Causes me to smile at the calm.