The soothing sound of the rain
Going drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
To cleanse the streets
Making puddles anew
To kids splashing
Adults kissing
The smell so beautiful
Candles cannot compare
With lightening strikes
And thunder booming like the bass drum with a constant beat
That a song begins to play
Hours go by
The moon begins to rise
The pooring rain
And booming thunder
Helps me to drift off into my dreams

Early morning walk amid the
Lush greens
Beautifully gilded with dew drops glittering
A canopy of sunlit mottled green leaves sheltering me
The mighty waves of turquoise green sea sings a mellifluous melody
The sight of a metallic green plumage in the distance is breathtaking
I see wonder in your emerald green eyes
Sparkling with curiosity
Lets watch the world revive with beautiful shades of green

Rain Rain It’s rainining dramatic
Cracks and stumbles
thunderous rumbles
plunging kamikaze droplets
screaming like riotous hordes
drowning out all other sounds
but the crashing of their own
into the rivers of oblivion
engulfing the surface
of all it touches
rushing like the war of ten thousand
but in minutes

I stopped.
My feet rested on the cool cement, and I listened.
Every tree, every bush, was whispering.
It started as a murmur, and grew.
Soon it was as if every forest in the world was talking, talking, whispering, whispering.
The voices faded for a moment, but it was not silent, for someone else was speaking.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The rain was speaking to me.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
No, it was not speaking, it was singing.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Whizz.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Whizz.
Drip. Drop. Whizz. Drip. Drop. Whizz.
All around me it was swirling and falling and rising again to continue the song.
The trees had joined the song again.
Now it was as if they shouted their song with the rain.
Drip. Drop. Whisper. Whizz.
Drip. Drop. Whisper. Whizz.
Then, in a moment, the heavens broke open and a downpour of music flooded the earth where I stood.
The music ran.
It danced.
It rushed under my feet and all around me it sang.
I looked down at my feet and saw they were moving.
I looked up and the world swirled around me again and again.
I was dancing.
The rhythm of the music moved me with the waters and I flew with it.
I whirled around and around and around.
My heart flew with the music.
Through the whispering trees, through the rain in the air.
I danced and danced, unashamed and unaware of the world around me.
And then, as quickly as it had started, it began to stop.
Drip. Drop. Whisper. Whizz.
Drip. Drop. Whisper. Whizz.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Whizz.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Whizz.
Drip. Drop.
Drip. Drop.

There’s something about the way the city lights hit each rain droplet. It’s like each drop was strategically placed in a mess of a storm

water drops dripping
from leaves create a rhythm;
hate it break by chance.

Just like a raindrop
I was born to fall
Just like a tough guy I am
I will try and show them all

Never knew love or hate
Only pain the past drugs create
hitting up like flint and steel
Cannot fathom if anything is real

Darkness creeps in, paranoia begins
When lights go out I face my demons
I hear the loud echoing screams
To this day I wish they would stop visiting my dreams

Evil is winning it’s wearing the crown
It’s all smoke and mirrors until they break down
But by then your already slaves
Just another toy with which he plays

Silent visions of past mistakes
Let us see what this new day makes

it’s raining. when the drops hit the roof, a harmonic sound is made. a melody. it’s a whole new genre of music by itself. so peaceful.
and even though people are bouncing and sulking, and completely soaked by the tears of the sky, it does not change the fact, that it’s raining.
i think the world needed that.

cold drops falling
soft leaves slowly
sliding crystals
the soil again
becoming rich
color taking fill
lungs come whole again
one with the rest
connecting the opposites
into the loop ever stirring
the wheel slowing down
never stops turning