RAIN

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Safe and secure.

Beneath the bridge.

Rain splashing free.

Wild on its journey.

Watering the trees.

Filling the grass.

Life for the flowers.

Puddles for the concrete.

A splash.

A spray.

Cold on my face.

Alive.

Surrounding me.

With life.

THE PERFECT MELODY

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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.

DEATH

 

 

DEATH

Death is coming.

I wait in the darkness.

I can’t close my eyes.

I can hear the raindrops.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

I can hear my heart.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

On and on its goes.

Through the dark night.

Will the morning ever come?

 

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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.

A NEW DAY

Rain washes away all impurities.<br /> It leaves the ground fresh and new.<br /> The fragrance of grass and flowers<br /> floats in the clean air.<br /> A good time to create and write.<br /> A good time to start anew.<br /> A new day for all.

Rain washes away all impurities.

It leaves the ground fresh and new.

The fragrance of grass and flowers

floats in the clean air.

A good time to create and write.

A good time to start anew.

A new day for all.

NO LIMTS TO OUR DREAMS

What if clouds are created by<br /> a god or a god-like creature<br /> blowing smoke at us?<br /> On bad days, this creature<br /> would cry and tears would fall,<br /> turning into raindrops.<br /> Happy days would bring out a smile<br /> on its face and the world would be<br /> bright and shiny.<br /> Our beliefs and dreams are limitless.<br /> Anything is possible if we use our imagination.

What if clouds are created by

a god or a god-like creature

blowing smoke at us?

On bad days, this creature

would cry and tears would fall,

turning into raindrops.

Happy days would bring out a smile

on its face and the world would be

bright and shiny.

Our beliefs and dreams are limitless.

Anything is possible if we use our imagination.