Not everyone likes it when it rains.
It rained all day this Saturday (20th July). and I spent the day sitting by the window, staring at the rain.
And of course, wrote a couple short poems that came to me almost as an epiphany.
It rained all day this Saturday (20th July). and I spent the day sitting by the window, staring at the rain.
And of course, wrote a couple short poems that came to me almost as an epiphany.
A bloom caught in the rain, I wish.
A star playing hide and seek, I think.
A raindrop that settles for an ever-after as dew, I see.
I roll under the wide blue skies,
I fall from the heavens up high,
I gently kiss your balmy skin,
And die a blissful death at your feet.
A raindrop, a tear, a dew-drop, a trickle;
I was one, I was all
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| Clicked this one from my window, and it inspired the poem on the left |
I was so tiny, so small
And yet I bring so much beauty.
I wish, I wish. Oh How I wish,
that beauty to be mine.
That resides in rain, in the painfully mundane,
The allure of the unseen, overlooked and obscure
This kinship must be divine.
~end~
Spent hours looking at each drop cling to a leaf and roll away,
just to drop and splatter. Symbolic, don't you think?
When It rains, I understand the poetry,
Playing out like a strange dream in front of me.
When it rains, I see the tears I've cried
reflected in the sky.
When it rains I seem to dwell on the same insane thoughts,
When it rains, your face is all I spot in the clouds.
When it rains I feel a strange kind of calm.
When it rains there's an onslaught of words
which go unspoken, unwritten, un-everything.
When it rains, I wish for the same old things,
paper boats and streams for them to float in.
When it rains I see the poetry.
~end~
