Lapping wild ,
Mother Earth it seems to drown.
breaking morbid monotony
along come the drops , in rhythmic symphony.
Showcasing nature’s free soul
without any rush, or unworthy monetary goal
washing away my troubles
quenching my sun baked soul.
Looking up at the gray cloud
I stretch out my hand
and laugh aloud
at the stillness of it all!
The drops that pitter patter
seem like a never lasting lullaby.
Washing away my worn out thoughts
it ends it’s dance
As I wave to the departing clouds
the sun begins to peep through.
I sigh till the next time
and for now dear rain
I bid thee