6 November 2012
Just a little something I wrote a while ago. :)
Looking out the window at my yard I see the stain Of water on ground, turning it brown, and I wonder if it rained.
Maybe not; after all it was a misty night Misty, foggy, cloudy, wet, Not much rain in sight.
It may have rained, for all I know, When I was fast asleep. The morning comes, the dew drops fall, My wondering I keep.
The Mystery • Opuss № I