Rain's Contemplation
By: Wayne Brown
Rain drips slowly from the roof’s edge
Down on flowers and into the hedge
Morning sun climbs unseen up in the sky
As rain clouds linger then slide on by
An overcast day with a steady, rainy drizzle
Eggs fry in the pan; the bacon begins to sizzle
A no-hurry day with no place to really go
A time to just sit and watch it rain ever so slow
Raindrops on window panes mark their trail
Droplets trickle down from the front porch rail
No sunshine this morning; maybe not the afternoon
No stopping this rainy drizzle; not anytime soon
Coffee on the screened porch; dampness in the air
Thoughts come and go; at nothing particular I stare
Just watching it rain in my quiet contemplation
Feeling the cleansing, renewing, life sensation
There’s no sound except the rain coming down
Touching things; forming puddles on the ground
All things wait in the silence of their station
Not desiring to break this quiet contemplation
The low noise increases; the rain comes down hard
A dynamic incessant beat like the rhythm of the bard
Beating a rhythmic message for all species to hear
A time of reflection; a time for the mind to clear
A gray day wrapped in rainy, drizzling clouds
A pace not so quick; a sound not too loud
A reflective, contented moment; a temporary thing
In preparation for what tomorrow yet may bring
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