Rain falls, bending light- forty-two paints a sight. Once you see what's not there, it's natural to point and stare. Your spirit dances with delight when it's fresh, crisp, and bright. Greedy eyes soak it in, following along the rim. Blurry drops bleed blue while falling on cue. In line, they'll appear, ordered seven 'round a sphere. Victory's not gold at end, it's knowing this as your friend.
What am I referring to? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
I gave you two clues!
Fairday Morrow and the Talking Library will be out on October 23rd!
Boost your riddle skills for the next case in the DMS files. Help Fairday and friends unlock the secrets in the Talking Library.
Anything's possible!