Rain

reminds me
   of my childhood days
       leaves wrestle with the wind
          after the dark clouds crowd in

clouds are not angry - NO!
   they are exhilarated, excited
       like a storm of giggling girls

there's something about the rain
   it washes away the pain
      the sun pompously peaks through the clouds

the rain begins with a drop here,
   a drop there

you interrogate your friends,
“is it raining?”
                  your belief system runs on peer pressure

some rain storms are congenial,
   cooling down the humid earth

the petrichor somehow refreshes my soul,
   like a mint. 
             
i close my eyes,
   loving
      the turned down lights and fresh air

at times
   it rains for days and days,
      like i’ve left this planet,
         never known the light of the day.

but faith,
   like rain must seep from our pores
     calming our souls,
                                  curing our ills

childhoodfaithrainfree verse

♡Like0

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.