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
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016
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