Rain

A poem about the powers of rain

Rain

A flow of drops

of water from point A, the sky, to point B, the ground.

It appears one day and dies the next.

Restoring the parched world, the crying clouds break the norm

of the rays of the sun. It shields us from the relentless heat and

quenches the baked soul. The soothing sound

releases us from the chimes of stress that watch

over us like specters of yesterday.

The drops of H20, brings life

and restores order from the many varieties of

(sun) rays. The one uniform "frequency" paves the way for torpor. The deluge

makes us all look to each other, rather than the outside world in the

calm world.

The rivers of the skies cry in happiness and sorrow as their

tears fill with emotion leave their eyes in the sky. The cloud slowly

disperses as their times fades to nothing as the light returns anew. The brevity

ends today with a sunset that cries thought the clouds. The horizon

reveals itself, shining

from the dew. Would that world be a better place if it rained

more than it shined?

Magen Kumquat [Weather/Persona]