THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

 

 

 

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

TAME

 

Please, I want to go outside.

No reason for you to hide.

The winds bring rain.

But they are tame.

 

I won’t fall or melt

If hail were to pelt.

I’ll be forever in your debt

If you allow me to get wet.

 

I’m pulling on my chain.

You don’t need half a brain

To know I’m ready to go free.

See what a great pet I can be.

 

TEARS FROM HEAVEN

 

 

The sun hits my face.

Clouds are soon

followed by raindrops,

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds

they fall.

Propelled by the soft wind,

They blur my vision,

Stop me in my tracks,

Cause me to face the sky,

To the heavens,

To the source.

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