Sparkle

Staring out the window

All I can see is rain

I turn away

But closing the curtains

Doesn't stop the sound

The hammering of the storm

Echoes in my head

The next morning,

The sun rises

I peek out the window

The tree in my yard
Stands stripped of its clothing
Which has been strewn on the ground
By the wind
The wet branches
Beautifully sparkle
As the sun
Shines through the raindrops