raine was her name. under pink clouds. trees dripping water. puddles splashing sounds. * streaks of brown hair. tied together in two. braids she had woven. each day, always new. * all the pink flowers. sprang forth from the clouds. she went there to see them. their beauty she found. * the colors matched sunshine and sparkling eyes she touched what she noticed. pink flowers inside. the sweet air for raine. is now part of her home. where clouds engage treetops and flowers are grown. S. Kamber