As I was standing or rather, walking in the rain
I relised some thing
Beauty is everywhere whether we see it or not
there was beauty in the pavement as the rain glisened and shimmered
making the road seem as if it were made of dimonds and other jewles
and not the ordinary concreat we see every day
or in the way something can sound like
the leaves wistled and crackled the constantly
shifting thruming of the rain on every surface
But there is a beauty not all of us can see
can any of you guess what it is?
