Writing good poetry is like
rain in California.
Rarely does it come, but
when it does,
rainbows appear in the sky,
as water mixes with the
shining sun.
Down below is chaos.
Cars crashing on the freeway.
People bumping into each other.
Too busy looking up,
at the beauty you created.
Photo by Marion Michele
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