the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
spring is in the air
rain falls, then stops falling here.
toads mating outside
rainy days
lead to contemplation
of past times
reminiscing distant dreams
of our lives
that have been spent
but renew again
we are sometimes left in wonder
of times long ago
which become our past
a score is settled
and those debts paid
and our dues
brought about a replacement
of what has been rendered
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
In these days
I have forgotten the rain
its moisture
a distant memory
The shadows over the sky
darkening greys
seem nonexistent
In the City
of glass and concrete
the desert sands
swept them away
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