During the storm, rain distorts reflections. It can muddy both puddle and pond. It may make us cold, wet and uncomfortable. While it continues to rain, I hope for better weather. Earlier this week, a friend posted a photo from her daily walk in the park. In it, a puddle mirrors beautiful trees after a storm.
Reflections in the Puddles
The snow that covered the ground last week is melting.
Rain begins.
Friends capture colorful sunsets.
When I go out, the sun has gone.
Red, oranges and purples are replaced by gray and black.
Oily reflections of the moon and a streetlamp cross the street.
Lights that once glinted in snow seem smaller now.
A purple-hued wreath hangs.
Tomorrow, the rain will stop.
I will capture the reflection of sunset in the puddles.
V. Ferrier
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