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Rain holds life, In every little drop, Hanging on every leaf and flower, Reflecting without a mask. Each lone drop, Has a story to tell, Of a struggle to hang on, In its journey. Like a teardrop, It falls from
I sat by the window, With a cup of tea warming my palms, And watched the plummeting raindrops, Gleefully break into a sprightly dance. One by one the drops, Glided down the window pane, And with great rhythm and motion,
As I watch the raindrops pelting down my Window panes, my thoughts wander away, hover. I think of the unique creation weaved By God through His magical fingers that Wash my despondence, gloom, sappiness and Make my spirits soar high
Drops splashed over, here and there Few settled quickly and others were queer Little clear spheres at times radiant with colors Looked like rainbows drawn so near.. Must have been bundles of joy to the child’s eyes, For it just
I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with
I love the feel of raindrops, Fall on my face trickling down, In a liquid embrace, Gently wrapping me in. I see the blinding lightning, That lights up the sky, With a thunderous clap, Filling me with wonder. It fills
When I am gone, find me in The sunsets and twilight, The billowing and colorful clouds, The waxing and waning of moon, The chirping of birds. The mist over mountains, The music of flowing river, The undulation of the waves,
A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash Comes tumbling down, red raindrops
Rain in cooling swathes of water Drenches the grass a shining wet Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret Sweet respite from endless hot days Without a shadow of a breeze
Sitting besides the window , I watched the gloomy cumulus clouds Above the rolling hills. Suddenly, a gush of wind entered Through the open widow. The sun which tried to make its appearance Through the dark and thick clouds, Hid
A rain drenched evening, Slowly fading twilight, Holding the hem, Round and round she goes, With peacocks on their toes, At the courtyard enfolded with rows of rose. Hopscotch she plays, At times kicking into the puddles, Spreading her arms
Rain on my pane, Making a mirage of raindrops, You may drizzle, Come as a downpour, Or take me into a tempest. Touch me when lonely, Weave into my heart, Dripping with comfort, Soaking the soul, In your silent ways.
Sleep peacefully in the lap of mother nature, Breathe fresh air and walk carefree, Hear the sound of leaves beneath my feet, Feel the raindrops on my face – And smell the wet earth, Fly with the birds, spread my
Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the
The flower blossoms, the raindrops touch the petals, rainbow hugs the sky, wind blows in rhythm, the divine souls dance on the earth, the sky claps at all…. when the ice of sentiments melts in between me and you you
Rain the pain. Rain it so hard That it sounds akin to white noise. Feel the silence. It’s so allay, yet not empty! Adore in the vein of downpour. Drench your desire with a soaking joy. Never let your sparkles
Rain …… Sometimes dark and heavy, Sometimes light and lively, Lashing downpours and violent streaks of light, Pearls on the foliage and the sweet smell of wet earth, Ambrosia for a parched land, Opiate for the lonely soul, Rain …….Oh, how
Leaping with fearless joy as I begin afresh to dance You are my lover, not happenstance I’m watching and waiting to glean his gaze His winsome articulate amazing ways He’s gloriously giving and infinitely kind When surrendering living, his heart
Rain, rain, rain! Please don’t come again and again. I know you are beautiful And for all the creatures you are wonderful. You are important for farmers’ needs’ You are favorable to grow their seeds. with your each and every
They weren’t as bright as they used to be, Slowly chipping off the wall Faded and dying In the form of broken crumbs Of coloured plaster. Intricately separated by a line of black Throughout their lives They realized their lifelong
As light raindrops pat mildly on my hair, Reminding of the April drizzles felt; A heavier pour could drench in disrepair, Romantic strolls to fizzle or to melt; We watched torrents pelt our favorite tree, To gush off the boughs,
The wait is finally over Time to experience a complete makeover Amidst the thunder raindrops will be drippin’ Turning dusty leaves fresh and green ”I’m the sole power”, thought the summer heat Through tiny drops of water it faced defeat
Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your
She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling
The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip and I was feeling to sleep, one day it rained which took everybody with itself all were dancing happily the peacock was dancing its wings were so delightful. The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip and I
Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul stirring I
Sensuous touch of sea Waves whispering to me Enfold me in its close embrace Stirring my soul With eternal joy. Every grain of sand Tells a story As the voice of sea Speaks to my soul Of passions in life.
It is said, that suffering shows the truth. Only the sufferer discovers light of Being. Light contains seven colors. Yet I didn’t manage to catch the Rainbow. It is said, that suffering is, what is True. I know! I know!
Oooh somewhat of a Charles Dickens Character, from your hat to your boots, Well I can tell you’re different than most People these days but hey that’s a good Thing, it’s got my goat if you know what I mean,