It started high up in the clouds,
the moisture balling together until
it became a perfect tear drop hovering
then falling down, gaining speed.
Bumping into others amalgamating,
spinning dropping ever downwards.
Landing with large splash on a leaf
and trickling, running ever down.
Joining still as it flows on
over the edge to the ground.
The rain drop fell into a puddle
and spread out reflecting the sky.
Glistening, sparkling and pulsing
It follows the contours of the land
giving life to all as it passes by,
relentlessly advancing with glee.
Not over yet, it flowed into a lake
now a vast body of water it continues
onwards, ever onwards. One day it
will return to the sky. That's another story.
I am Rain
Falling from Above
Blessing the Earth with Showers
And my Love
you are the saver of our mother earth,
no life for us without you,
we are happy to see you,
you help greenaries to grow
even when we doesn't lend our hands,
you fill the well for our smile!
Empathize with rain for
it is helpless to bestow
full mercy and can not choose where
or when or how it falls
Lands of drought plead, more
Enough, lands of flood implore
as a token drizzle moans for a forest in flame
as a tropical storm howls for one seawall
and man remains ignorant
indifferent to these kindred drops
A thousand ripples softly reaching
*Written May 28 2013
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.”
The rain pours down wrecking the day you had planned, soaking through your firewood. Time
and energy spent and wasted with this fall of water from the skies, looking up and imagine the
angels cry. The rain washes and cleans away the filth and grim, but in the moment it seems to
be only lost time; the hurt and pain that comes out with the rain, it goes on for days and seems
it will never go away. You ever try to light a camp fire with wet wood? You keep trying for awhile
hoping to have the wood catch and reward you with a warm fire, but after awhile you stop trying
because you realize that not matter what you try its just not going to light. At the crossroads the
Devil stands with a can of gasoline, waiting to make a deal. For a small price you can have the
burst of flame you so desperately crave, in that moment you feel whole and complete with the
warm arms of the fire reaching out to hold you tight. In time no matter how much gas you buy,
the rain from heaven when angels cry will drown the flame; leaving you with nothing but shame
that you sold out for a temporary flame. What is that price that is to be paid, so you can feel the
warmth, but the gas quickly burns away leaving you standing in the crossroads with a price to
pay. In my life I have learned it’s not the price you want to pay for the short lived flame, just
hold on and in the new day the rain will go away.
The wind roared to the sun
The sun boasted about onto the flowers
The flowers dodged the bees
The grass said "Ouch!" every time my feet trampled upon it
Wind told me it was feeling under the weather
While the rain got offended and came down on it hard
Bullied it back beyond the clouds
The clouds stood as one
And filtered the whole sky
Marching coast to coast
Waving a plain white flag
Beckoning the bashful sun to show again
The sunshine has gained a courage
And told the rain to get lost
The rain cried gently as its last stand
Flew far west where he might be more appreciated
The flowers waved goodbye for their petals were soaked
The bees came back to suckle more
But the wind stomped in hard and blew them away
The sun finished having his garden party
But grew tired and lowered himself down for the night
Moon walked galantly past
Ushered by his obnoxious stars
They twinkled and sparkled conceitedly
While the Night let open how his day had gone
let it rain acid tears let the kiss
of death take the life of anyone
it comes so swift then goes the
same way the only chance to cheat
your own death is your will to fight
and your will to live with your
loved ones when the chains of death
comes down on some they let
self pity carry them away and slip
away into a sweet surrender of
eternal sleep so makes jokes about
what they dont understand or are
scared of what will you do when
the time comes for your own
moment of truth let it rain acid
tears and burn the flesh right off
your very own bones then slowly
dissolve bones and brains you have
when it starts let the kiss of death
come and take away the pain and
guilt of what you have done to me
you are thinking when do these
chains come off and set me free
but in the mean time the chains
are rusting and turning your
skin and bones into nothing