let us taste the rain
fresh upon our parted lips
in an April storm
rain
Dreamclouds
They are not rainclouds
but the dreams
of those
whose tears are done,
thoughts, silver lined
with hope
for the coming of the sun.
Washed Away
the storm is over
and all that was before the rain
is now washed away
Rain
the rain holds secrets
which in the mist are revealed
as the sun listens
A Dream of Rain
inside the rainstorm
the world around motionless
as she kisses me
Rain
inside the teardrop
existed a universe
which died in the rain
After The Rain
the rain is gone
its song is done
now silence, save the breeze
the forest weeps
and tearful keeps
the sorrow in its leaves
unsure if rain
will fall again
to quench its hallowed halls
but sure as may
there’ll come the day
more rain will surely fall.
5-7-5 (take five-hundred-and-fifteen : melody)
the dark clouds form notes
behind telegraph line staves
and music rains down
5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-forty-five : storm)
I hear raindrops plead
against darkened window panes
their cries go unheard
Four early lines about rain
the rain paints Monet on the window pane
in winter’s palette’s mixed of blue and grey
though each brush stroke has it’s own revealing
the storm obscures these pictures of today
