Sunday, July 23, 2006

Rain Pouring

I woke up this morning
with the rain pouring outside my door.
The sky cloudy and dark
like a lonesome day breaking in,
As if it would be slow and melancholic.
The soft wind blew quietly between the senses,
Like soft whispers saying there would be a gloomy day.
The fall of the raindrops on the concrete pavement,
drenched it wet and soaked.
As I stepped on a puddle of water,
a cool splash of it clung to my skin.
The raindrops continued to drip outside my window,
and the tweeting of the birds I could hear;
Like they were singing a song for the rainy day,
Or chatting about the grayness of it all.
A sweet and relaxing rest it would be, perhaps,
If you may, if you would,
Fancy to take one today.

Good day...

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