I heard the rain
gnawing on the nearby trees their blood soaking the soil below in a coupling of elements sure to bear progeny.
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January 3, 2022
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a sorrowful new dawn descends
in rainstorms painted by the night which in their darkened shades do render glassy shadows to the light.
no watercoloured dreams are these
its strokes are bold and without guile and draughted with such cold unease ill comfort in both form and style.
so paints the rain in this last spring
yet soon an artist young awakes with pastel palette colours singing for when summer’s first morning breaks.
let us taste the rain
fresh upon our parted lips in an April storm
the storm is over
and all that was before the rain is now washed away
the rain holds secrets
which in the mist are revealed
as the sun listens
inside the rainstorm
the world around motionless as she kisses me
inside the teardrop
existed a universe
which died in 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.
the dark clouds form notes
behind telegraph line staves and music rains down