The Dancing Rain (poem)
The dancing rain came strolling down the street
To freshen up the thoughts of yesterday
Another blessing spring has sent our way
To stir the dreams of times which were so sweet
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We lavished wonder by an open fire
And told each other secrets of the heart
Surrender to the flames which soon would start
And lose ourselves in passion and desire
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We turned the page to passion’s bitter rage
To argue and believe in reasons why
So hurtful were the knives that there would fly
Because of rain we dealt with tearful cage
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Yet through it all we watched our seasons flow
And somehow love would keep us hand in hand
Some mystery we didn’t understand
Perhaps the dancing rain down street will know
Comments
Voted up and beautiful. I'm all ready for the rains to begin. We still have snow coming down. Passing this on.
It does dance along the street - and over the fields, too. Interesting.
A very nice poem Martin.
Beautiful poetry, Martin!
Love always has its share of pain, but the rain can wash it all away and let the sun shine through. Up and beautiful.
Excellent work, Martin. This gives the feeling of feeling of freshness, which can cleanse all.
Beautiful...Loved it..Thank you..
Voted up and beautiful!
Excellent work! Loved it. Sharing and pinning.
Beautiful poem, I used to love dancing in the rain but the real fun was drying off later in front of an open fire :). The only sharp flying utensil would be for roasting marshmallows. However a good fight can sometime clear the air.
Love, then endurance, then apathy.
Why must it always play out this way?
You put it much more beautifully, Martin.
DJ.
All won't disappear unless you make it go away such strong words and so true
Sometimes the rain comes and washes the dirt away.. and sometimes..to
much can cause mold / mildew.. the latter sounds like the end result in my life...guess I' just in a funk of late...thought provoking words..
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