Miniature lakes shine from hollows in the pavement,
A temporary model of the countryside that once was there;
It is nature’s desperate try to turn the concrete towers to trees,
Gardens to grasses, streets to streams, buildings to boulders.
Washed away the sins of man and nature’s pain,
Revealed the glorious beauty of life after the rain.
Away from cities with their link with nature gone,
The world flourishes in cascades of colour and floods of green,
Roots that were starved by months of endless sun,
Now burst with life somehow both vibrant and serene,
Washed away the sins of man and nature’s pain,
Revealed the glorious beauty of life after the rain.
