I wonder when the rain has past

And I’m allowed outside at last

Why all the garden looks

Like pictures in picture books

The colours l look clear and light

Like paintbox colours,shiny bright

With every flower face washed quite clean,

And every leaf a greener green

While all the boughs are black as ink,

In fact it looks ,i really think,

As if god took his paintbox out,

To paint the colours all about

For all the blues are bluer yet,

And see ,the paint is still quite wet,

Yes,I’m sure it looks

Like children’s coloured picture books