The sky opens up and down they pour
Some pound the tar road like a drum
Some come gushing off of roof tops
Some rise and broil amongst the angry tidal waves
And others have a gentler purpose
They're the peaceful patter on a window
The soft droplets on a leaf or petal
The music to the couple dancing outside
Each different from the last,
Each with their own story;
Their own path
But united in their ability to remind us of the beauty of life around us
YOU ARE READING
Ineffable moments
PoetryA bunch of words floating around my head that somehow came to make a modicum of sense
