Came on one day, the darkened clouds,
That hung in sky, a gloomy companion,
With rain, so summer, dropped steadily,
The sun did not come readily out today.

Damp sidewalks, pavements, black as coal,
With whistling wind that danced in trees,
A cool, invigorating massage of  face and skin,
A spiritual rebirth so surely on its wandering way.

Humidifying to our own bodies and souls,
The mugginess comes and moments of listless day,
So counting moments as they flashed before us,
Another, blustery fall day we shared today.

So, endless puddles of deepen water wells,
Splash out before us when we came to play,
But walking faster, the bus that flies by us,
Is lightened as the sun peeks out to shine the way.

Came on one day, the darkened clouds,
That hung in sky, a gloomy companion,
With rain, so summer, dropped steadily,
The sun did not come readily out today.

Damp sidewalks, pavements, black as coal,
With whistling wind that danced in trees,
A cool, invigorating massage of  face and skin,
A spiritual rebirth so surely on its wandering way.

Humidifying to our own bodies and souls,
The mugginess and moments of listless day,
So counting moments as they flashed before us,
Another, blustery fall day we shared today.

So, endless puddles of deepen water wells,
Splash out before us when we came to play,
But walking faster, the bus that flies by us
Is lightened as the sun peeks out to shine the way.

The beauty wasn't in the colors though they were exquisite.
The excitement wasn't in the air humidifying each breathe took.
The moment wasn't extreme for the experiences time frame.

The beauty's dependency was on the over all positioning.
The excitement became heart racing due to the full beauty.
Just for a moment the intensity became so surreal.

Something so simple came to me, transforming me in a instant.
A part of me I thought had died, woke up and made me take note.
The event was over before it started, so enchantingly.

Now was the time for a bit of remorse, I should of, could of.
This experience will never come again in a million years.
It will come again in my soul, captured for a long time.

That perfect picture of billowing clouds with undefined colors;
The air so sweet, thick so I can cut it with a butter knife;
Sweet hummingbirds flying off at the same time in unison;

Cascading flowers closing down for the end of their long day;
A light warm breeze carrying their welcoming scents to my nose.
Most important thing was having a close friend who felt the same.