Imagine the rain pauses before pelting the tattered ground, displaying its cold silver droplets like hanging Christmas ***** creating a firmament of paradise it's so beautiful that it hurts
then it pours, as if the ocean marries the land, leaving the sky with scars and sorrow how does the rain stop if it means loving? the symphony of the raindrops falling paints the window of busy buses, city cars, and my patio---the things we always cling to