The rain went away,
leaving puddles of water,
on the open ground.
Like fragments of a broken mirror,
reflecting the sky above,
and the white clouds floating pass,
like a herd grazing on that field of blue.
We do not see the wind,
but its there as we see,
the clouds moving fast.
The world stays lighted,
though the sun is not in sight
and now waking from its slender slumber.
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