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.
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.
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
passages of time
placed across the embers
set in motion
the wheels turn
dancing light
a gathering storm
the falling rain
the path well trodden
place to be
beside the willow tree
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
I welcome the rain
for when it arrives
life is renewed
as if on a spring morning
one chooses life
the crescent moon
adorning the skyline
sometimes our feelings
turn into doubts
but they are just fleeting
through mirrors
the reflections of the dawn
waiting for the sunlight
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