Hello lovely reviewers and readers. ^_^ Thinking about this poem, I consider it to be quite inevitable, since I lived in the third rainiest town in the United States for 12 years. But I wrote it while walking through a cemetary (spelling?) while it was raining one day, and saw this tree just blazing with colors. It looked positively soft and textured and wonderful, what with the light and the sky making a fantastic contrast, and the ground very soft and moist...ahh it was nice. Anyhow, I'm not very good at describing my own writing, so just have a quick peek at it, and tell me what you think. I ADORE REVIEWER'S COMMENTS! haha its what keeps me going at times you know?