The rain falls in the night.
Twisting, writhing in the air.
Covering everything in a silver blanket.
The sheets of silver hide its maker.
The Angel of the rain dances in the moonlight.
Pirouetting in the air.
releasing water and giving it life as it falls in the earth.
Lightning flashes revealing those black wings,
Shining in the night.
As the sun rises the Angel melts in to a pool awaiting for the night to return.
A contest entry
- The Angel of Rain by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended July 17, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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I can picture her like a ballerina with the way you painted the images for me. I love dancing in the rain myself, guess I'm just a little wierd that way(lol)! I want to thank you for entering my "The Angel of Rain" contest.
Ted E
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Very nice!
Great imagery in this piece! I enjoyed it very much!
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