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Details | Light Poetry | |

The Sands of Love

Two statues of stone
On pedestals in the park
One male
One female
White objects of a perfections beauty
Yet they stood erect and alone
When the rain fell
This was their tears
The stared at each other with longing
The trees grew tall
Season by season the flowers bloomed
Two statues standing erect in the prison of life's hold

A poet walked in the park
Glancing at lovers, kisses at dusk
He stared at the statues above his head
He knew, with dread, the loneliness of stone maidens
He waited for the park to become enclosed in the twilight
With toil and sweat he did succeed on his lark
Pushing the statues close rather than apart
As one statue danced and the other one sang
They kissed the sweetness of night and felt the tears of joy
All because a poet
Wished them a lovers embrace
He knew them like they were his children
For here he was as well
A statue
In love


Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Seasons and Imaginations


Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
                                                  I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin 
     with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
     like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow, 
     the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
    that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.

The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here. 
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
   And again I fold.



Details | Rhyme | |

Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Was the Rain

If I was the rain
I would be wary of friends like me,
one of those fair weather friends
that curse my unexpected arrival on inopportune days
but cajoled and then praised when I come when needed.
Is it wrong for me to feel used
when I am welcomed in the one and shunned in the next?
At sad times I'm told I contribute to the pain,
but then, a work of wonder as I meander on the window
or a tympany of pitter-patter on the roof.
I would just want to be me, alone and blue
if I was the rain...



Details | Rhyme | |

Sorrow of rain

the rain is my motivaton to cry the night away
it is the inspiration for a solitary serenade  

it echoes through the mausoleum of memories in my mind 
and it washes away the pain with the help of father time

the rain reunites the senses and induces tranquility within 
it also intensifies emotions like the ocean against the wind

it offers harmony to humanity  and it calms the savage beast 
it cleanses soul, self and spirit to say the very least 

it renders a mirror into your soul that magnifies your ways 
like the puddle from the rain reflecting the image it displays 

happiness is to day like rain is to tomorrow 
how can we ever know happiness if we never known the sorrow?


Details | Rhyme | |

Washed Away Hillslope

Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years to grow in this poor soil'
But it sustained on water___toil

Soil gave what nourishment she could
But help from rain that understood
Stony soil and hard rocks below
Was hurtful when Oak tried to grow
The soil strained to give very best
Oak was draining the soul of rest

This meager soil will starve the Oak
No!  This Mighty Oak only grows

Had that acorn fallen on boulder
Would have sent strong root __grown taller

This Oak became a Kingly Tree
Soil is glad to have been drained free___
Of nourishment that nurtured it
Now the rain and sun supplies pith
For soil to be greatly replenished
So Oak but prospers___soil finished

(Idea came after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay..)


Details | Free verse | |

Converging Daydreams

The laughter of a thousand years,
The tears of a thousand waterfalls,
Converge and reflect,
Rainbows of seven colors,
Raining on a misty morning,
only puddles in the street,
You sit by a warm fire,
Guessing when the rain will stop,
Building daydreams as you look outside,
Everything will bloom soon,
Violets will grow,
Catching butterflies,
Watching them fly away,
Swimming in cool blue streams,
Feeling the suns' warmth,
The daydreams of a thousand years,
Combined in one as I look outside,
The rain drawing out my soul,
Until I feel empty watching you,
You seem far away,
A blank yet peaceful face,
The rainbow emerges,
Far beyond our full sight,
The rain stops,
You still sit,
Beside a warm fire,
Reflecting on daydreams,
Past.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Rain

Daddy, why did it have to rain today
I wanted to go out and play
Why don't the sun always shine
Then everything would be always fine

Son, your question really isn't that hard
Come take a look in our back yard
Do you see the tulips in a row
Without the rain they wouldn't grow

Now look at those vines, they climbed so high
If it didn't rain, then they would die
And the grass in the yard paints a pretty scene
A little rain will keep it green

Sometimes in life we stumble and fall
We try to understand the meaning of it all
We wonder where did the sunshine go
God sends a little rain to help us grow

I love you son and I want you to know
My prayers for you as you grow
That you experience it all, more pleasure than pain
That you live in the sunshine and grow with the rain.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain Whispers

   Rain Whispers

Tender and fragrant
the tiny drops of rain feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face
the roar of the tide, somehow dimmed
as the rain on the beach whispers

Walking through the mists of an early morning fog
delicate wisps of icy tendrils lace between my ankles
the sand gives way to my footsteps
the ocean washes them away
all thoughts wash out to sea
feeling small, peaceful...free

tender and fragrant
the tiny drops feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face...
and the rain.....whispers


Details | Narrative | |

A Wandering Soul

My soul wanders into places unknown,
Barren, what happened to the seeds sown?
Plenty of sunlight and rain, still nothing grows.
Leaves start to fall as a cold wind blows.

I wander within, reality and dreams,
Reality bites, or so it seems.
Realizations of things yet to come,
Dreams are the source, where they are from.

The world is in color, I remain black and white.
First comes the sun and then there is night.
Circles of life my soul wanders through,
Colors paint pictures of all that I view.

It’s been raining for days, it won’t relent.
I see time pass and then wonder where it went.
I see a reflection in a puddle on the ground,
Perhaps my mind is too tightly wound.

I try to fix a hole where the rain gets in,
But the rain has soaked in below my skin.
I reflect upon times spent in the sun,
But I’ve hopped within, the web I spun.

Still my soul wanders, looking for a place.
It all disappears, without leaving a trace.
My mind grows numb from all these thoughts,
While my soul searches, it is tied up in knots.


Details | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain

I love to feel the
wind on my face;
Bask in the warmth
of the sun’s embrace.
As light misty rain
touches my skin
In divine delight 
I go within. . .
The wind becomes 
an internal force.
The sun enters my heart
on its course,
But rain endeavors
to keep me whole
And helps to sustain
my very soul.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

This poem was written to be metaphoric with the 
wind representing internal conflict, the sun having a 
calming effect and the rain quenching spiritual thirst. 
I am sure no one will get it, so I thought I would explain.

I have had recent eye surgery so my time on the computer is limited.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

 Rain ©  

I walk on slick shine streets 
in the night with my lover. 

Freshly out of bed and ravenous 
for other food, he pauses and 
licks the tears and rain drops 
from my face. 

Rain in its many moods 
quickens to sweep the earth and 
skies clean. 

Settles on the skin like a damp 
kiss. Cold, warm, sweet, clean, 
sharp, rain. 


 
Is designer bottled water 
merely rain drops from afar? 


The dog romps through the rain, 
in his perfect raincoat, oblivious 
to the wet. 
Blinking owlishly when a drop 
should fall into his eye. 

 
Mysterious primates of the forest 
sit forlornly, beneath the 
umbrella leaf. 
Forever patient as the skies 
rupture with a torrential deluge. 
Human-tender eyes reflect their 
disgust and sadness at the wet, 
messy coats they must wear. 


The equine turn their haunches 
to the storm to show their scorn 
for nature’s tantrum. 


Cats run for cover, sit 
majestically removing the 
wet rain from their person with a 
wet tongue. 


 
Wild fowl dance across the circle 
patterns of the pond’s face, 
beating their wings and singing. 

They frolic and dive celebrating 
the sublime circumstance of 
being wet. 


Man spends energy and money 
to keep himself dry and safe 
from the rain, darting from 
doorway to doorway. 

What does he fear? He won’t 
melt if he gets soaked, he won’t 
become ill or grow fins, and he 
just might get clean. 


Snow is rain in its wedding attire; 
no two brides alike. 

 
The rain drop falls into a rivulet 
of other rain drops atop the 
mountain.
The rivulet runs into the creek, 
the creek into a stream. 
The stream rushes to the river 
and the river falls into the sea. 


The rain drops turn to salty tears 
as the journey ends. 


It is said that chickens, if left out 
in the rain, will lift their heads up 
to the sky and watch the rain 
until they drown. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets


 


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Free verse | |

Inevitable Fate

Everybody knows the poor stay poor, right?
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me they cry…
Yet they do nothing, absolutely nothing to change things
I say,  stop your crying…
Ohh poor me Ohh poor me
Shun that miserable disposition of yours and change things
I believe in you…I think you actually CAN do it…
Why don’t we go off…off to college or trade school
I will take you…guide you…help you cry no longer
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me

Everyone knows the fight is fixed, right?
Yet they continue to gamble on their dreams
They count on luck and forget about hard work
A young beauty wishes to be saved by some prince
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
Yet she does nothing…nothing to save herself from a life of dependency…
I say, why not get some self-confidence
Let’s look past the torrid rain that surges down
That rain that sometime makes things look so very bleak
You can do it….I believe in you…You are strong
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
You will not need to cry much longer

Everybody knows …the dice are loaded, right?
Yet they do nothing…absolutely nothing to stack the deck in their favor
A man loses his job and he NEVER saved a penny when he was making the ‘big bucks’
He gorged and spent like he was entitled to it…like he was invincible
Now, he cries such a lonely cry....
"How can I go on?"  
"Poor loser me…poor loser me”
I know you can go on…you can get a new job… discover a new skill
You can learn from your mistakes and….
Next time you’ll save your money when times are good
Then there will be far less depression and far less decisions to be made…
Come with me and I will show you that you can do it…You are resilient …
He ignores my plea…and he continues to cry…
“Poor loser me…poor loser me”
He blindly stares at his coffee cup...his glance slowly shifts to the revolver 
He takes a deep breath





Details | Rhyme | |

Misty Rain

Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Lost in the storms of life somewhere
It's almost more than a soul can bear.

Time is an ever rolling thing,
Losing friends in a never ending game.
Lost forever in a world not the same,
Darken skies shedding its rain.

A veil of time like a sentinel stands
Waiting for the summons to enter its land.
Many a friend is lost to its call,
All will enter this misty wall.

Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Tell this story to all around
Friends depart and are not to be found.

Walk in a world dark and grey
Without old friends to light the way.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.

When in time a summons I hear
To my earthly cradle I go without fear.
There my old friends, with arms open wide,
Will lead me to the other side.

From that misty veil one cannot hide
All must enter to get to the other side.
A time of joy follows a day of tears
As friends are waiting to remove all our fears.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


Details | Free verse | |

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Storm

Rain falls on the roof
Each drop plays a familiar note
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on

A chill fills the summer air
My body aches with fear and longing
No comfort to be found inside
The storm rages on

Raindrops hit my face
One by one, they awaken my senses
To erase fear, doubt, and sensibility
The storm rages on

Lightning streaks across the sky
I am blind to the dangers ahead
In the flash of light I see only hope
The storm rages on

As fast as it came
The rain starts to fade
I retreat inside my shelter
The storm rages on

My thirst overcomes me
I am consumed by the need
To feel the rain on my face again
The storm rages on

The stars shine like gems
On a cloudless night
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Threat Of A Late Winter's Storm

Delicate verdant leaves on the Weeping Willow dance in the brisk wind like a harem dancer's 
sheer covering. The sighing of the pines sounds like a cymbal gently playing.  As rain 
droplets sparse and large touch bounce upon late winter's earth, gray amassed clouds pass 
over at a moderate rate speed...Then stillness__Is this the quiet before the major storm or 
only a repose giving the turbulance a break from blowing in the storm from the west?  The 
Star Magnolia that was devoid of flowers yesterday fifteen open in different stages..Will the 
harsh wind and rain destroy their beauty and let only such a brief life be theirs?  The 
Japanese Magnolia has flowers open in different stages with more on it than ever a year 
before..The Bradford Pear buds opened during the cold late winter's night gracing all who 
pass with their gracious beauty...Yes, as in life the storm did blown with harsh winds and 
chilling rain...Damage was done to the lovely spring buds and blooms..After the storm, the 
survivors were hanging on with a quiet strenght..


Details | Free verse | |

And the Rains Came

The spring rain pounds on the roof’s asphalt shingles
washing the maple pollen from porches and cars
just moments ago dusted with puce green.

A tumult of rain twirls the waterwheel 
on the garden’s ornamental mill house,
splashing merrily into an over-flowing pool.
Freshly planted pansies and impatiens 
turn-up their faces for a morning wash,
their nascent root systems drink with glee.
Newly seeded bare spots suck greedily 
at the nectar of God, hoping, against hope,
to drink enough to germinate and survive.

The black cat’s tracks, muddy and precise 
mar the freshly washed porch floor
And men, 	made of weaker stuff, 
with the melting minds of sugar,  
shelter their skin, shrink from the bath,
huddle inside houses and stores 
watching, 	waiting, and wondering,
when the break will come 
and we can again
run free in a world
 of sunshine!

*element Water


Details | Blank verse | |

With your words

Abomination of domination in multitudes of devils
With strange shabby solitude beyond the evil`s
Rancid rape, luminous leafage and black Bamboozle, 
At the sheepfold`s distressed mind, bamboos squabble
In luxuriant green of the rain forests `flame
The loud lukewarm rain with long steps came.
In the sky the yellow got in the solitude’s ship.
Easy to accomplishment a new relationship
With the raspberries `rancor and chime of fear
With old attempt to test the hell`s hurtful huge tear;  
With hydrochloric hatred and much affection;
Tender hope of chlorophyll to cherish temptation                                                  
And passion in the inner soul`s struggle to taste 
Yearning for peace, love in bloom, and the rest;                                                      
Everybody thinks scorn of scoundrels. 
But Bumble bee brought by minstrels
Is ready to spin a yarn:
Yearling 
Yearning 
To sing… 


Details | Haiku | |

KISS THE RAIN

                                                   silver fogs in space 
                                              hurry ups to melting zone
                                                    mixes with cold air

                                                   lips of sky falls rain
                                          sunshine gifts colored rainbow 
                                                earth kisses the drops 







For contest: in Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Verse | |

Invitation to the Rain

revive us with your mist, refresh the earth calming rain, go not astray settle our dust and care rain, rain, come softly symphony of our delight summons is awash pitti–pat, pitti-pat, pat feel the rhythm in the rain shower of coolness calls our souls to reflection why the umbrella combining kimo, tanka, and senryu in an invitation to the rain


Details | Light Poetry | |

I love when it RAIN don't YOU???

A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my 
window

Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I 
like the most RIAN your back home miss you
and the wind you blow

Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not 
lost, lost not gone

I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life 
RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come 
back another day  

Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm 
spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do 
bring family back closer to one another 

RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and 
its never more then enough   

RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it 
fall more and more on use:)


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The Rain

The rain smelled different when I was young
Not yet a care, living for fun

I’m no longer young, but not yet old
Responsibility has taken hold

The rain still comes, heavy and light
Awakening my senses to a new height

Still searching for the rain I knew when I was young
Before innocence had come undone

But now that I’ve seen the rain in so many a different place
I fear the rain of my youth has been erased