Rain
Rain is a wonderful thing, don’t let the grey air deceive you.
Just smell that freshness, and hear that soft patter,
if you close your eyes, you can almost hear the gentle song of renewal on the breath of drizzle
or the loud clashing joyous drums of thunder, amongst the loud song of restoration in every storm;
feel the passion the air, as it clashes out to it’s end,
and then the quiet of peace, once it peters out it’s final verse.
Weather’s temperament can move you in the most fundamental ways,
if you stop and really feel it’s elemental opus.
10.08.2020
Copyright © Melody Wiggett | Year Posted 2022
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