Rain
Rain
Music is like rain: each note
Washes away a care, a worry;
As raindrops wash dust
From a leaf.
Symphonies are storms: a deluge of
Notes engulfs a broken spirit, a
Sweeping flood, washing clean
A new life.
Soft showers are summer sonatas:
Sprinklings of comfort for tired souls,
Warm touches, soothing percussion
For pained minds.
Rain beats ostinato on tin roofs:
Hammering drops a rhythm of passion,
Uplifting, releasing, giving meaning
To the lost.
Rejoice in music, rejoice in rain:
One is nature’s orchestra, the other
Man’s liberation from thought
Made into despair.
Sing softly, play music, enjoy the rain.
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2015
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