The wind begins
and the skies darken,
the smell of rain assails you
even before you feel the first drop
As the patter of water begins
to play a beat upon the windows
the thunder rolls the dice
to see what kind of shower it will be
Will it be a gentle rain,
falling gently down,
delicate and sweet,
barely touching the ground?
Or will it be a burst of water,
a drenching rain that causes all to scatter?
Or a wind-driven squall,
slanting sideways as it falls?
A lazy mist, barely a wet kiss,
that flutters down like eider down
to form a halo 'round your head?
Welcome rain or cursed rain,
know it is an eternal cycle,
that it will come again
in may forms and many guises
loved by some, by others despised
But as the thunder crackles
and your hair stands on end,
know that as the day is long
the rain will surely come again...
6-3-12
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