as the wind howls
the rain falls
as the day ends
the night calls
Category: Rain
cloud of memories
Rain falls,
pitter patter on the roof.
Birds flee from the droplets
from under the trees.
The ground is sodden
as the grass becomes greener,
passing clouds wield thunder;
dreams are hidden
in a cloud of memories.
Let the rain fall
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginning
a knowing purpose
transcendent being
Rain
I feel the rain
For when the clouds begin to gather
Each morning
I see their thoughts collect
of natures wears
and although it may be grey
my feelings are at bay
the sun will shine through
Echoes of Life 