Blue Rain
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
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2009
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