Visions
Listen to the Rain
Listen to the rain.
The rain speaks
a various language.
Sometimes with mighty torrents
swelling rivers and streams,
terrific lightning bolts
splinting the sky.
Sometimes its refreshing spray
is pleasant and invigorating.
It often recalls old times
when under a slanting
bedroom roof
its pitter patter lulled to sleep.
Sometimes its steady beat
cries tears of sadness
amidst a gloomy, overcast day.
It often falls upon
a parched and thirsty soil
washing a dry and dusty land
into cleanness and new life.
Sometimes it speaks
peace and quietness,
tears of joy,
after the storm
raindrops dripping down
from leaf to leaf.
Listen to the rain!
The rain speaks
a various language.
Sometimes with mighty torrents
swelling rivers and streams,
terrific lightning bolts
splinting the sky.
Sometimes its refreshing spray
is pleasant and invigorating.
It often recalls old times
when under a slanting
bedroom roof
its pitter patter lulled to sleep.
Sometimes its steady beat
cries tears of sadness
amidst a gloomy, overcast day.
It often falls upon
a parched and thirsty soil
washing a dry and dusty land
into cleanness and new life.
Sometimes it speaks
peace and quietness,
tears of joy,
after the storm
raindrops dripping down
from leaf to leaf.
Listen to the rain!
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Listen to the Rain
Listen to the Rain
