Falling rain

 Well, I finally have my working permit and I'm very busy at work, so no photos this time.

But I have had a little time to write a few lines of poetry.

This one is about melancholy and the comforting addiction it can create, the pursuit of happiness and the pettiness of the desire for physical wealth.

In the evening of the day

Raindrops falling on the ground

In the wind the brown leaves play

Splish and splash the only sound

Here I sit in fading light

And I watch the dark'ning cloud

Waiting for the fall of night

With my heart so full of doubt

I once had a lot of wealth

But it can't buy everything

I wish I still had my health

That I could laugh, 'n' dance and sing

As the night puts me to sleep

Comforting my deepest grief

And my eyes so softly weep

As I'm feeling the relief

Morning dawns with orange sky

Buds are bursting, red and blue

And the birds, so high they fly

Sun is glist'ning in the dew

In the wind the leaves now dance

Here I'm sitting once again

All seems well, at a swift glance

Yet I'm hoping it will rain