The Rain


the oozing rhythm of rain in the night
from which sleep still waits to be found
calls me to its calming
with the haunt and flow of its sound
a melancholy transforms into joy
with thoughts from the lighting it came
of a daughter and I under shelter
searching skyward through the bless of the rain



Poetry by Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-05 at 16:37

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shells
Superb descriptions, loved the first and final lines, the effect the rain can have on our minds and senses are profound.
2010-04-06