It silently rains


A blade of grass splits the colors well
blurring through the water.
A quick blink and the drop falls
The carpet on the ground smiles.


The large tree spreads it roots
through the ground
like veins which burrow
and are very thirsty.


A sense is growing
and wetness is a sense
that fulfills the ambition
of one silently being.

The wind plays on through the tree
The song serenades the rain.
The gray in the sky is not colorless.
It is a blossom of wealth in a perfect system.


A drop only a single drop
is sparingly shed from rain’s clouds
and falls on a single leaf
flowing through the center.

Water running can’t be held
so in gestures hand
the leaf drops the water
to another single blade of grass.

The sun has no color to project
but a cool hue can be seen
as it rains so hard.
The plants rejoice.


Quietly the day passes.
A realm in a quite cycle abides.
A rainbow stands as a gate.
A litte further away there is another story.




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oliversmum 5 years ago from australia

Ben Evans. Hi. Oh this was lovely. Thank you.

It's raining here at this very moment, so this was a perfect time to read your poem.

Thanks again for sharing it with us, it was thoroughly enjoyable. :) :)


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Ben Evans 5 years ago Author

oliversmum,

I appreciate you reading. The rain is very interesting if you observe it. I used to look at things like single blades of grass when I was young. It is very interesting to find the beauty when I stop to observe.

You are very welcome.

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