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IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME
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Love Lost It can't rain all the time...
But, if it does -
It's okay by me.
Thunderclouds bring fast the darkness,
Followed by the flashing brightness
Of the endless lines of lightning
Flashing by and ever frightning.
Running from the pattering rain,
Scurry, we do, to hide in vain,
As it empties down on our skin,
To drench us out and deep within.
Nourishing rich, the thirsting ground,
Encouraging all life abound.
Waking up each hidden treasure,
Nature stirs, as we beseech her:
"Bring the rains and grow the flowers
To drink their fill of your showers."
And, we, whose eyes are filled with tears
From memories that bring the fears,
Beg for the thunderclouds to come
To hide the longing dreams of home.
And praise the thrumming of the rain
For drowning out a sad refrain,
Residue from some past lover
Drenched away in nature's shower.
Words written in the sands of time,
Or on a note with tender rhyme,
Are washed away without a care
As if they were not ever there,
Bringing with it, inner peace,
Cleansed away. And, at last - release.
It can't rain all the time
But, if it does
It's okay by me.
This is a beautiful poem
This is a beautiful poem
The imagery and personification are awesome in this poem, well donw, there is always good with the bad
Congrat's on reaching your ton! (that's aussie talk for a century, (in cricket), or a hundred). A lovely piece that beautifully describes the true rain and it seems you feel the same way as I.
I especially liker the lines:
"And, we, whose eyes are filled with tears
From memories that bring the fears,
Beg for the thunderclouds to come
To hide the longing dreams of home."
Thanks for letting me know the poetess of decorum and address had penned another sweet, soothing pen-song.
Nice One!
Richard.E.