Rain
The thunder bowls around the sky,
My only time in which I could fly.
Lightening crackles and hits a tree,
Setting it's wooden spirit free.
Come, lightening, strike me!
Clear skies you can make me see!
Then, the best of the day-
Well, that's what I say-
Here comes the rain,
Which washes away the world's pain.
Drip, drop...drip, drop....
It drips down from the clouds above,
As soft as the feathers of my dove.
I sat on the soft, wet grass,
And watched as the clouds rolled pass.
The rain gives me bliss,
More than any of your sweet and soft kiss.
No one around me, I feel...glad,
Like nothing in this world could make me mad.
I love the feel of rain on my skin,
Could something so right be seen as sin?
Many look outside their glass,
And think that life I couldn't pass.
As normal, I leave them be,
The pure happiness, they can't see.
The sky turns dark, crying down onto the world below.
Please, dear clouds above, don't go!
The clouds start to turn white,
And no more rain is in my limited sight.
No, I plead, chasing the clouds around,
Useless, I fall to the muddy ground.
Rain, rain, come back to stay,
Promise you'll come another day...
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Dreams
Poetrypoetry from the depth of my mind Copy Right 2013 beauty_of_the_beast All Rights Reserved
