The Beauty of the Falling Rain

There is a beauty in the falling The ringing sound as it hits a copper roof Performing nature’s symphony The sheets of water roll down a glass window Distorting the reality outside Or maybe it makes it more real Imagination flourishes in the warped images Images that bring on new feelings Feelings of warmth and love As it cleanses the world around it The mind travels through this new world Fantasies of distant forests Lands of lush greens Richer than any ever seen by man Fields of waving grass A dance that started millennia ago A dance still performed by a young girl Dressed in a white flowing dress She dances in clothes soaked to the bones The blue halo of rain around a distant light surrounds her As she hears the music of the rain on the street She looks to the heavens To the dark clouds above her And she thanks the gods She thanks them for every drop of rain And she prays for the next downpour When she can dance again