You are already a poet
if you do not seek order
in the falling of raindrops
because you know..
every drop falls in place.
Into the landscape.
Into your heart.
Into the right place.-
Silver rain lines,
shooting down to earth,
as if the earth were
pulling the heart strings,
close to its heart,
of clouds with fingers,
visible to no eye
but thine and mine,
begetting songs
in doing so.
These are songs;
songs from the sky.
Could this be
the magic of gravity?-
paper cranes of love;
moonlight pouring into the sea
chase stars in the void cosmos
of your little broken heart-
Dear Diary,
I write to you today since it rained.
A tea mixed with heavy raindrops is just
the thing one needs by the wet window
on a rainy day.
Wind felt cooler.
My pet enjoyed the
weather, too.-
only the simplest comforts
water down your cheeks
bated breaths and the stars
the evening rains
that's peace enough-
Honey, be careful in this rain,
you may slip & fall into my arms.
Fall into my heart. Fall for me.-
When it rained on Tuesday,
water puddles became little TVs.
I became the film they played.-
sun meets rain under clouds
a beauty waterproof to storms
it rains today to water your skin
and you don't even feel it
moisture enough under your bones
suddenly you're tired of the walk
getting puddles through your soul
maybe tomorrow it won't rain
and if it rains, what?
a pause of moments betwixt the walls
drenched threads drizzling nostalgia
a chipmunk eats it's nuts in the rain
by the edge of water vertigoes
what colour does a gloomy day have?
should i stay or should i leave?
the watery weather gets only worse-
you have eyes that exist in vain
for you fail to see the stars at night
and the pain in the mornings
and the one who loves you while sleep lasts
follow the trail, the incense of petrichor
the madness blooms in the darkness
believe in the sun even when it rains
light as white, and dark as gray
in three words I sum it up; the paradox
it goes on...-