Happy in the rain

Once on a rainy day
I heard a music like a piano play
and a lovely song, a melody
as if the birds where singing in a tree.

The sky was cloudy, I could not see the sun,
only the rain, but I had fun.
Because I had a fantasy, a dream.
And this is what I mean.
Even on a rainy day I had found
the sun deep in my heart, on the ground.


Helga Edelsfeld

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