Rain

 

 

 

The sounds of rain

wet and beating 

outside 

the open pane

 

Soothing damp melody 

falling upon my brow

listening peacefully 

yet knowing somehow

 

Things are never what they seem

like me, lying here

in this misty dream

 

A soul with 

troubles and trials

plenty to bear

 

lies content

listening to the rain

without a care

 

healing as torrents 

lightly wash and roll

in wind-blown waves

caressing my soul

 

No anxious thought

or trouble near

just the sound of pattering rain

falling on my ear

 

In the morrow

trouble will come and strife arrive

let the morrow be

for this moment’s peace 

will keep me alive

One Comment on “Rain

  1. I like your poem very much. I look forward to reading more of your poetry!

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