Healing Tears From Above

A poem reflecting the feeling I get from falling rain, and the sound it makes, as it calms me and heals my soul.

My soul awakes from its afflicted slumber;

Churning and convulsing my mind has not found rest.

I am continually haunted by echoes of days of limitless number.

As my eyes struggle to focus between the dream world,

And the world watching and waiting to rupture my resolve;

My chest inflates with calming air as I advance on troubles hurled.

The tat-tat-tat of fallen tears rap against the window;

They call me like a siren luring me to her rocky shores.

I follow the alluring sound, calming, like the cooing of a mourning dove.

As my eyes begin to drink of the sight of the falling tears;

My mind leads me toward thousands of breaking crystal drops.

My skin convinces me the rinsing drops will calm my fears.

I walk and stand beneath the falling, healing shower,

As my face cries out in relief from the caressing streams;

My mind begins to calm, as I am thankful for natures regenerative power.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

My mind leads me toward thousands
of breaking crystal drops...
Nice write.