Drops of Rain
It dropped...I felt it drop from the sky above...cloudy day as it was...reading a paper of Freudian concepts,
Oh what a wonder....it dropped again...I felt it for sure this time...rain rain I know your coming,
The billowing smoke of a cloud...your tearing up I see...another war in the world for you to see...I'm sorry,
I've tried to write for you...so that you may not cry for the world as a whole...humanity has done you wrong once again.
I felt it...your two drips strong now at a moments notice..drip drop...your splash like a song in the air around me,
The return of your beautiful cloud formations that mark the existence of your nature bound realities,
Drip drop again you speak to me..oh what a wonderful sound you make as the stress of life rolls off of me,
Lights gleaming from lamp posts as I walk the cobblestone path...your drips making click...clack...against metal from gutters above you ring off.
Oh wait...five or six more at a time...my shirt is getting wet...maybe it's time to find a sheltered home to move from your increased water fall,
To be wet or to be dry...this question I must ask in a hurry...the no time situation of life making it's mark on my thoughts,
I'll just stay here in the rain...the feeling of the air around me and that smell...crisp...fresh...oxygen rich representations,
You always seem to make worries just fall away as your drops slip past me...dripping and dropping all around my feet and arms.
Pouring down you are now...no point in going indoors now...rain soaking my clothes...I can squeeze my shirt and like a waterfall it falls,
Oh rain how I need you..no worries whatsoever and that feeling...freedom from human sheltering...nothing compares to your cleansing,
As if your drops of multitudes come crashing down...people running in all directions for shelter,
I won't however...that worry free rainfall you commit on your species of the planet...I understand and I enjoy the moment you have given me.
If you like this poem, you can view a few of my others below:
- The Shape of Shapelessness
The Shape of Shapelessness, A poem dedicated to the pursuit of a unknowing destiny. This is bound by the laws of shapes, or the material world, but can be achieved by a Shapeless notion of consciousness. - A Great Breakfast
The breakfast of chain reactions, a poem about the great day that can amount from a great breakfast. Add the eggs, some Hash potatoes, and orange juice, and your taste buds will most certainly rewards you. - Neutrino Expectations
The Neutrino, A Poem about the extremities of the very recent breakthroughs in the science of the universe. Neutrino oh Neutrino, What is your purpose?
