rain's tenderness

rain

Rain's first few falls,
deletes all of summer's wrongs
and starts anew, a world that
become a constant stream.

Water sticking, loving with everything,
large drops, the small ones,
a chill, the clouds as low as my floor
moving quickly away, come back my mist
my heaven, my joy!

But it has done its job,
it has brought in a new mirror
of the world, an image that sparkles white
and lovely with the new set sun.

Won't be much sun tonight though, but
creating the heavens over this new reflection,
another reality, another dream,
somewhere the large star shines bright.

So go on my friend,
walk along the street, the waves and
flourishes of this newly taken over defeat
of dirty lies and constant deceit
and see the full blossoming beauty underneath,

and the voice of Christmas and cheery fireplace stories
soon becoming the breath of our near light.

mary

it rained yesterday, ah the joy of greyness, i really do love it somehow . now if only i could find someone rain bound as well.