Date Published: January 11, 2024
Time Published: 8:35 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Rain, fondness of the rain
To this day, he yearns for when he'll sit against the wall–
The cold creeping through, wrapping him in the warmth of a shawl.
The stage then darkened, the clouds soon turned gloomy,
The show began in sprinkles of melody.
A shower of rain danced against the still air—
On the ground, a song started midair,
A drizzle of rain from once it began—
Captured his breath, leaving him in a trance.
He watched as the rain pour down from the skies;
A story he saw unfold before his eyes,
The soil turned muddy, the pests they seek shelter—
Birds huddled close, bugs begin to clutter.
Yet he didn't feel like crouching in a corner,
Nor feel like his head is stuck in a blur,
For whenever it rains he feels at peace—
There finding solace, enjoying the breeze.
Estatic to be lost amidst the rain;
Forgetting the things that drove him insane.
The sudden comforts he felt at a whim—
There he knew the rain was one with him.
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