The Rain

My grandma always told me the same story..

"Magic from heaven,

a farewell's best kiss."

 

On the asphalt, the smell,

calming nerves from an open window.

Passing by cars and puddles and drinking grass.

A beautific scene in a town that was small,

her voice catching my ear and my mind,

"Those little ripples, dancing in the little lakes, are

the raindrop faeries showing their magic..."

 

The memory always strikes. Holds my heart

for a little while.

Watching the rain, falling from the sky...

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

I love the rain--it always has a dream-like quality, as if ghosts can walk in it. I've always thought the rain was God's way of giving the world a bath, cleansing his creation. This is wonderful.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

When I was a kid I would go up to my terrace, climb up the water tank, sit higher than any other person in sight and get drenched in the rain...alone, as if it was my private time with her...watching the city take its bath in the dark was my most favorite mischief...it was our (the rain n mine) li'l secret...I was sure no one else knew the rain as intimately as I did...
In short, I have been in love with the rain for a long long time...
Here, you write in praise of my lover...and you write beautifully...thank you. :-)

[Coyote Poetry]

A soft rain is a blessing. I like the description and places you took me in the poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote

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