The Rain

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?