Sometimes The Rain...
Sometimes,
the rain falls for the birds,
Softly...subtly,
In little baubles, of silver milk,
To cuddle clean, delicate feathers
To fall sleep...inside their wings
Sometimes, it falls
In rich abundance,
For farmers, waiting...
With parched hearts
& starving cattle,
Upon dream-sown fields
Sometimes,
it comes in easy, playful drops,
For children, eager to
Splash and squelch,
Their way home...from school
Sometimes it falls
In white hot thrashes,
And thunders
To fill the insatiable stomachs
Of restless seas
Sometimes,
It falls with the roughness,
Of a sisal,
To scrub the city pure,
Of its secrets, darkness, and dirt,
With moonlit beads
Sometimes,
The rain pours...just for the lovers
In gentle, shimmery flutters
A million drops, becoming one
As two lush lips...finally meet
Or like a wrist-full of bangles,
To simply dispel,
The silence,
Sorrows have weaved
Sometimes,
It falls.....to let go,
The murky clouds of its past,
And embrace its rosy future
To let its own wounds wash away,
Along with those, of others
....it has healed
Or sometimes,
It just falls,
For you and me
To be the violin, playing in the background
Of our loneliness's song
But....Above all,
the rain...the beautiful rain
Falls for itself
Hitting, the earth hard
Simply to salute...
The sheer joy
Of being
Alive.
By dazedforever
© 2011 dazedforever
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