draevendelunaSource:
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.
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 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.
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.
Having a bad day?
A house fall on you?
Pick yourself up.
Wipe yourself off.
And begin a new day.
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 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
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.
Wilting.
Dry.
Strength taken
by the hot sun.
Need moisture.
Need shade.
Wait for the night.
Wait for the moon
to soothe your pain.
Dew in the morning to
to quench your thirst.
Be ready for a new day.
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.
