Oh what a tragedy
To be the Rain
To give life
Even as you fall
Expecting and receiving
Nothing
Oh what a shame
The way we treat the Rain
For though we love the flowers and trees
We hate that which they feed
Upon
Oh God, we hate the Rain
Yet perhaps
I am the Rain
Giving and giving
Only to be hated for my minor inconvenience
Yet like the rain
I nourish all that I touch
And spread beauty and love as I go
Oh, I surely am the Rain
For the beauty I leave behind
Will never make up
For the hatred they feel for me.
But still I fall
If only to see them smile
After I leave
YOU ARE READING
Musings Of A Lonely Genius
PuisiAm I a genius? I don't know. Smart? Sure. Genius? Maybe. Poet? Find out for yourself. This is just a collection of poems I've spat out onto paper and in my memo app for years. Enjoy.
