A thundering castrophony
splits the world in two
and drowns my worries.
Pitter patter pitter patter
That which was once dry
now ripples
under the wet weight
of the fallen sky.
It hastens
it slows
it comes and goes;
Teardrops melt the earth
Pitter patter pitter patter
One drop echoes another
they are in perfect unity.
And as they
after their journey of a thousand feet
finally connect with the warm, damp earth
they break,
Shattered
into a symphony of liquid glass
they bounce and roll
through the grass.
Over mountains
over seas
and finally;
into you
and into me
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
A thundering castrophony
splits the world in two
and drowns my worries.
Pitter patter pitter patter
That which was once dry
now ripples
under the wet weight
of the fallen sky.
It hastens
it slows
it comes and goes;
Teardrops melt the earth
Pitter patter pitter patter
One drop echoes another
they are in perfect unity.
And as they
after their journey of a thousand feet
finally connect with the warm, damp earth
they break,
Shattered
into a symphony of liquid glass
they bounce and roll
through the grass.
Over mountains
over seas
and finally;
into you
and into me
While in Florida visiting my grandfather, I missed those I'd left at home and wished they could have been there with me. I was sitting next to the pool in the back yard when it started to rain. It was a warm, and sad rain. That is when I wrote this poem.
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