Poetry of Rhymes and Nonsense

Thoughts of Rain

Surrounded by rain
   that is still yet warm,
for in the water,
   she is home.
Not dark, the days
   of cleansing wash,
where birds shall sing
   and in puddles splash.
The essence of life,
   in all its forms,
is just the thing
   that she likes more;
Of it's heart,
   she will miss,
for in the water
   is where she exists.

"The rain is restless,
   and harsh in taste,
but it keeps promises
   that it makes.
The sky lights up,
   the clouds all boom,
as a faded light
   in a misty room."
Against the door,
   she shall stand,
cold and wet,
   yet happy as bands.
Shivering still,
   she laughs with glee,
with her heart
   showing her happy.

"I wish that books
   could get wet,
so I could read
   while getting drenched.
I wish that stars
   could shine through rain
so the best of earth
   would be together again.
I wish that I
   could be a flower
and feel just like
   it does in showers.
And if this feeling
   but lasts a minute,
then I shall just
   make it permanent."

In dark of night,
   the water falls,
coaxing sleep
   and aiding all;
It washes away
   the old and fiend
to make a path
   for new and green.
Because sometimes in order
   to make things good:
a purging destruction,
   and a watering flood.

Once she changes
   into dry clothes,
many will think
   she won't go out anymore,
But never forget
   that what is dry
can be wet again
   in the blink of an eye
The new things are here,
   and the old removed—
but just because it works
   doesn't mean it can't be improved.