When Silver Showers Arrive
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and
lets her know that heaven
is the slishity-slosh of rain in my head
come to wash all my memories away.
Cleansing drops
from burdened clouds, of mournful grey
when will thy come to wash away my pain?
Some drops stay longer on tall branches
and again falls
how beautiful is the rain!
The drips and drops of rain
quiet, small, and grey
it stays there waiting in the sky
growing so weak, no energy to fight
trickles among the stones
in disarray
if you need to be happy
it's time to let arrogance be gone
in the silver of showers.
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