Blue Rain

Written by: Malcolm Dyer

As I sit apon my sill
the rain rises up in vain
the winds howl and shriek
the volume of their pain
as the the heavenly hue
settle in I see the blue rain
risong up towards the heavens
soaking the clouds
that fall one one on my porch
I grab my umbrella
a run through the clouds
rising and falling with each step
allowing this blue wonder
to soak me dry 
and wash away sorrow
refreshing me thoroughly
through and through

This poem is in Dada
a poem that makes no sense