It's late at night, I don't really want to write, Don't feel that bright, instead rather uptight, But on the other hand, the rain outside is so fracking nice, it just may turn the tide Got a lot on my mind, but I suppose it's okay weird thoughts, they don't stay, they'll go away I'll get the clarity that I seek, in the meantime it's okay if I feel meek or like a freak Back to the rain: what a glorious thing! Rejoice as we all collectively sing in appreciation, "Come rain, we love you!" Bring down the rain for a month or two The rain cleans my mind like it does the street Washing away the memory of heat And focusing my thoughts on calm and cool flow I begin to mellow and my thoughts slow Mental nourishment, gift from nature A wonderful interruption that God made sure to grant us, for those of us open, Hey, it beats sitting around mopin' No need for that, I got rain to love Simple beauty come down from above! It has no needs or concerns at all It merely does what it does best: Fall! And I do what I do best: witness! And take a few moments to think through and print this! It's nice to be alive, it's nice to be on Earth While outside the rainy heavens give birth
One Thought to “The Rainy Heavens Give Birth (Rhyme-y Poem)”
Sweet poem, love the connection between rain and the author’s mood changing from worry to wonder, I cannot help but love, living here in Northern California, and wish, wish, wish would come again soon.
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