Monday, March 29, 2010

Rain.

The rain hits my skin,
Like teardrops from the sky.
No, not from my eyes.
From the sky.

Perhaps God is crying.
Like I am on the inside.

The rain, it hits the ground
Puddles lie around.
Everywhere.

Splish, splash
Splash, splish

The rain runs through my hair
From a showerhead out of nowhere
No more "rain, rain, go away"
Today rain, I want you to stay.

I like it when you fall so heavily upon my rooftop
A plitter, platter, plotter.
A steady heartbeat of the world and me.

Cars go by,
Whoosh, whoosh.
Rain, I can hear your song.
The melodies and harmonies of your sound.

I like it. I like it a lot.

Maybe if I stare hard enough,
I can read the notes of your music
Falling slowly from the sky,
Right into my life.

A crescendo here, a diminuendo there.
A treble clef, a base clef.

The time signature just right.

Rain, rain.
Please don't go away.
Today rain, I want you to stay.

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