Cordial Conversation on the Weather

Reading my book
on how to make taffy.

I look outside
and I listen to the rain.

The world is screaming,
and wonders;

what
      color
                is
                   the
                        rain
                            water;

little gloomy little grey.

It's the color of

bitter
             &
                      soda

poured into a pan
and baked until clay.

The birds are singing
and clapping
that the worms
are a plenty.

The world is filled
with fresh spring flowers,
and wild blackberries
are on the way,

The leaves are
in a perfect
transitional state.  
Perfect is the color of the rain.