Nothing betokened a downpour at dinner.
Fast wind had burst. Spring streets sunk in fast streams.
Big drops were dancing on the waves of rivers,
suddenly birthed by sky's dove-coloured wings.
They hugged a town too coldly and it shuddered.
Young leaves were falling down from trembling trees.
Nothing reminded of a coming summer.
All waited for the end of the cold spring...
by Thea Ariss
15.05.2025
Nothing betokened a downpour at dinner
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