Of rainy days and metaphors

The rain taps against the window pane

Beating, and stopping, and continuing

Like broken notes from an old music box


I wanted to feel its flutter against my skin

So I opened up, reached out as far as I could

And the rain ran, protecting, uncovering, the ends of my hands


I watched the rush of it turn fear to excitement

How its reflection turned colors nothing to everything

How it turns sad sad songs to something alluring


Yet with all my love, It can’t be still with me

I must keep it flowing, send it flying, let it fall

For rain only lives in little time before kissing earth



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