The Rain when it comes
The rain - when it comes;
It brings out the poet in me!
Bathing peaches and garden plums,
Tapping the leaves in the backyard tree!
The Mizzle and mist, the drizzle and fog
Sodden the silent, lonely log.
The Rolling beads to droplets turn,
And dampen all: the flowers and fern.
The heavens, grey and dun-brown earth
Embraced, let loose a blissful whiff;
By hymn of fall from this soulful script-
The grasslands rejoice and hail: "Rebirth!
Kids ran into puddles and splashed;
Workers hid while Slum-ladies washed.
Some scoffed snacks, some sipped stew;
Duos came closer over steaming brew!
The rain - when it pours
It brings out the lover in me!
the Overwhelming heart and passionate soul-
From constrained chains is loosened free!
The subtle kiss of breezy air
I wonder touched the one I care?
Patter-spatter downpour on dirt; why
Drenched the lot yet not my heart!
The downpour-it's water, showers love
With its life-giving, transforming touch
With Blossoms bloomed the bosom too;
The ticking clocks now seem to glitch!
Dribbling rain and lightening mild
Igniting an unheeded fire wild
Lost in dreams of intoxicating trickles
Till it bubbles, boils; then brims and Sizzles!
An aching absence amidst the rain
Renders all nature's beauty in vain
To quench the soul, the waters failed!
That can only be quenched by you,"love-ale!"
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Copyright © R.N Poet | Year Posted 2024
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