The sounds of rain

wet and beating 


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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