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A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly
Roses blossoms in red like your cheeks,
violets are blue, like your opened eyes
If the rain makes all things beautiful.
Shower me with tiny drops plentiful
I sketched your face on the sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn’t it rain on you?
then I wrote your name in my heart
after that, it became an incurable hurt
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I sit at the window
and watch the rain fall
as the puddles grow bigger
and my heart just grows small
I pushed all my feelings
way too far down
so they can't be let go
and I can't make a sound
I wish I could cry
or just tell a friend
and maybe my pain
will all come to an end
but my eyes will not cry
and my mouth will not speak
the feelings that torture me
inside, so deep
I need a release
so I just watch the rain
that's crying my tears
and releasing my pain
forget all that hurts me
that I've kept all inside
and focus on the puddles
gathering rain while I hide.
Plotters- plat- platters a drip of drop!
plop-plop-plop the dripping raindrop.
Purplish splash on mud and mire-
Clapping rain drop put out the fire!
Purring rain of dripping drops
against the water and greenery tree tops.
Perfect symphany of the falling rain-
Plotters-plat-platters a dripping rain.
Stirring in its skyward station a storm bows
its heavy head. How lowly it hangs its grey
eyes. calm and cool it comes combing over lives.
Thought, torn free in torrents of flashing light. Forced
a voice booms, bringing blustery breath as it
moans. In its passive might, it reaches my door.
Out in this obstacle overhead, I soon
collapse. Confronting this conundrum of
emotion - a smile emerges, enchanted.
Here, below hardship, beguiled to hurt, pretend
oh how I pretend. Painted smile, purchased guise
reflecting rapture despite the roar within.
A walk, wet tresses, in the weeping water.
Falling free from fountains of sky. No one knows
as I stride with smile, rain streams among tears.
For there are fools that feel that they are wise.
And gowned in gaudy grin, I lie through sadness.
Walking in this storm, rain hides the tears I cry.