Rain is often thought of as grey

But in spring

It just brings out the colors

The grass gets greener

The flowers bloom brighter

And when the sun comes out again

The colors feel even stronger

Colors of nature

Blooming with joy and beauty

The flowers of spring

I asked my friend

For a poem idea 

She said 

Write a poem about sewer rats

So this is my poem about rats

Squeak

Squeak

Scurrying through the city