The rain pours down
And endless cascade.
As the city below
Falls into shade.
The mad sun has set
The moon now consoles,
As lightning strikes
And thunder rolls.
The wet, desolate streets-
Once crawling with forms,
Now seeking shelter
From these violent storms.
This constant pattern
Of raindrops falling,
Lulls me to sleep,
Like the ocean calling.
It's like I'm front-row,
Enjoying the sounds,
Of the water's journey
To my house it pounds.
An arrhythmic disturbance,
Dominant, but polite,
Brings a cascade of thought
In the absence of light.
So, I quietly admire
The beat of the rain,
while I fall asleep,
Again and again.
Author notes
A pulse, pleasantly pounding a pattern of peace, is profound precipitation.
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I like the last 4 lines so much...very profound...thank you for sharing this piece!
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