THE PERFECT MELODY

Perfect Melody

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The air feels thick,

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker,​

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.

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RIDE THE TRAIN

Train

RIDE THE TRAIN

I ride the train each day.

For this, I need to pay?

No seat I can see.

Never is one free.

I hang from the strap above.

A soft sigh feels like a dove.

I turn my head to the side.

And do you know what I find?

A girl standing next to me.

One as pretty as can be.

She offers a small smile.

Now I could walk a mile.

I stand up taller than before.

I am now ten feet off the floor.

A slight smile before she departs.

I’m left happy as my day starts.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

 

 

The rain falls in a constant rhythm,

A soothing and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches weigh down with water,

Dripping tears for the absent sun.

Flowers lift their faces for washing,

Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.

The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,

As the sun returns to herald its return.

A new day dawns around us,

New beginnings for our slice of paradise.

 

AFTER THE RAIN

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After The Rain

The streets will be sparkling clean.

The sun will shine.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sweet with laughter from

the diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

Sparkling clean.

LOST

 

Lost in the rain.

Beaten down.

Alone.

Tired.

Wet.

Ready to give up.

On life.

On the world.

Ready for my last breath.

Then the unexpected happens.

The sun comes out.

The birds begin to chirp.

A wet breeze hits my face.

I look up to the sun.

I don’t feel alone.

I feel alive.

I’m happy I’d waited.

Waited for time to pass.

For time to heal old wounds.

I’m ready to face the day.

A NEW BEGINNING

 

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in staccato rhythm.

A constant 

and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed down with water.

Flowers lift their shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds dry out.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

THE PERFECT MELODY

draevendelunaSource:

 

The air feels heavy,

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.