Rain falls

A leaky cloud stretches and yawns

Letting droplets sink

And splash

Happy tears.

Over hills

The dreary dusk comes early

Rolling in without

Concern for where the water


It’s fair through the early morning

The night has passed

And all slept well

Safely tucked in

To beds

Dreaming of rain.

Clouds vanish

Over the hills

And dawn

Wakes the children

Sun pulls the blooms of flora

Peace returns.



Author: Joanna Fanuko

"Hold on to the present; let go of the past; reach your hand out to the future." Join me on my journey through mental health and wellness. PUNKTUATED.blog features my original poetry and deep thoughts. Thanks for following and reading!

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