| Gently shaking me of the day's unrelenting tension Tiny droplets of rain whisper words of their own invention Calming my hurt, my anger and easing my bottled up pain I trace the pattern on the window, made by the rain Coming down in sheets and torrents, then slowing to a soft pitter-patter On the roof, millions of diamond-like beads splash and splatter The trance of the sounds bring to me simple explanation On the naked body, it brings incredible sensation Innocent it falls in an emotion so precious The feelings surface, unavoidable and infectious Tear drops from the heavens leave nothing to lack Loneliness recalled, faded memories flood back Rain is an overflow of grief from the skies Seen only by that of a writer's eyes Find beauty in it's sadness and hope in it's pain Let the child inside you play in the rain |