lush green and the moody rain

the mood was so unknown,
that day i could not predict the weather......

as the lace parted
and the silver lines evolved,
the lush green split
into an amazing jesture
and spoke of the comming.....

slowly faded in the bow
and i guessesd it's show
like flour's dough
it soon formed 7 beautiful rows;

holding my breath
i stared at it
not a blink
and yet my eyes were not able
to capture all depth;

into my eyes the cloud
came in and gave me a thought;

upon the silver line i sat
and slipped into the depths
as if i were to play mental maths
with which of teh 7 rows
was possibly going to be mine?
around me i saw 6 more angels
all in the same game
and ho!i loved it
slipping through one colour
and going to the next,
violet,indigo,blue,green,yellow,orange,red.......

holding the end of it i claimed
that i wanted more,
sorrowfully i was placed on the silver line again!

my hand felt wet
i tried to hush away whatever it is
but someone poured the water again
a little eye space
and ho!what a sight!

the rain was here
after the thirsty leaves begged of it's existence
and here i was
sometime before asleep
and now so dumbfolded
at the sight
my hand still lay on the curtain side
where the pretty drops pay their homage!