Monday, September 9, 2019

the wonderful rain..

if not for the pain
how would we feel the pleasure
if not for the rain
we wouldnt notice the weather

the moist soil
of the fertile sort
left me alone
deep and busy with thought

and from my mental potion
a fragrance emerged
of an emotional spring
of futures to converge

a love cracked the surface
and made space for some life
a heart became a furnace
spitting sounds of delight

so now when we stare at the sky
for an answer
there is no more a question of why
that comes after

collected by clouds
we travel together
to realms of stories
have been told forever

when you child looks into
your eyes like a mirror
all differences shrink
and float away like a feather

thank you rain thank you pain
youve done it again
without you this change
would never have begun