Rain, such
a musical word
So pure and
so perfect
Every time
I look outside
And it
rains,
I see a
different world
Spotted with pristine stains.
Rain,
silent echo in the mind
Messenger
from the spirit world
There is
magic within you
When I hear
you arrive
Drop by
drop you fall
In your
deepness I dive.
When I
reach my hand
And feel
the drops in my palm
I feel
fresh and purified
I feel blessed
and whole
Everything starts
making sense
And I
regain what sorrow stole.
Don’t
underestimate the power
That is
held by the rain
She may
come so gently
But then
become a flood
As fast as
a river
As thick as
the blood.
When I’m
truly in blue
She cries
along with me
Her tears
are so real
As real as
I feel
She is my
company
With nothing
to conceal.
Rain, you
are liquid poetry
A song that
never ends
Your lyrics
are words
That no one
can hear
Your
cadence is music
So loud and
so clear.
When she
falls in my head
She blesses
and baptizes me
All worries
are washed way
And I fall
in contemplation
Fears and
worries become nothing
When I feel
its sheer sensation.
I love the
smell she takes
Every time
she reaches the ground
It smells so
dry and fresh
That I
stand frozen in time
Shall I
offer her a poem
Shall I
offer her a rhyme?
