I hear the rhythm of the rain
wind- whipped drops falling 'round
Tapping on the kitchen window pane
I love the music in that lonesome sound
Walking through to morning's shower
daisies covered by mist in the dew
Calm and warm tame with power
life springs forth all fresh anew
Watching the world's sins melt away
anointing life with a chance to be
Feeling the sun light up the day
washing the blues away from me
So like the man built solely from tin
with a chest full of broken dreams
Rain falls softly on my skin
nothing quite the way it seems
As I watch the drops of rain
falling on the glass by and by
They run down from the window pane
there before the grace of you go I
Tate
Original version with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/555096/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
I hear the rhythm of the rain
wind- whipped drops falling 'round
Tapping on the kitchen window pane
I love the music in that lonesome sound
Walking through to morning's shower
daisies covered by mist in the dew
Calm and warm tame with power
life springs forth all fresh anew
Watching the world's sins melt away
anointing life with a chance to be
Feeling the sun light up the day
washing the blues away from me
So like the man built solely from tin
with a chest full of broken dreams
Rain falls softly on my skin
nothing quite the way it seems
As I watch the drops of rain
falling on the glass by and by
They run down from the window pane
there before the grace of you go I
Tate
Original version with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/555096/
Such a metaphor for my own life the tin man. Often I am right as rain. Moments later set by depression and doubt. Then the rain comes washes away the blues and I am fine again. The sun comes up and shines upon me again.All my worries pale in consequence.
Tate
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