rain sounds like magic to me how all the clouds gather together and cry of their losses how each drop whispers to me egging me to listen to all of their stories and all of the trees shaking with glory each leave singing itβs song as the wind sweeps them away the thunder cackles at the fields of flowers and their silly dreams that are swept away into the bitter wind lightning flashes a quick smile to all the children peaking at the rain from inside watching each rain droplet race each other down my window only to form into a puddle outside my door leaving me perfectly content as the rain speaks its magic
there is something truly magnificent about rain and the way it subtly wakes up each creature also this seems to be the first poem of mine that isnβt terribly sad