Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Feeling The Rain ©©

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
The drops rattle on the tin roof
Is it Morse code?
Is the sky talking to us?

The gusts of wind blow across the sky
Changing the rhythm of the song
Picking up the pace
Then slowing down to a waltz

Teardrops tap on the window
Begging to be let in
Before sliding to the bottom
Long fingers trailing behind

The trees wave from the edge of the meadow
Beckoning you to come
The wind whistles through the cracks
Calling you out to play

To come out and wash it all away
Let the rain find what’s hidden beneath
Beneath the dust of time
Come out and be embraced by the elements

Dance among the puddles in the streets
Splash with the teardrops from the sky
Swim in the air with the elements of time
Close your eyes and remember when

When is the last time you felt the rain on your face?
When is the last time you felt those long wet fingers run down to the bottom?
When is the last time you washed the dust of time off your body?
And soul

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Listen to that song
To be naked against the sky
Feeling the rain crying down on me



Diya said...

wow! That was so natural... Indeed in the hustles bustles of life we know what is happening in the next country, but not what is cooking next door! strange!
That was a totally different flavor from your side, refreshing! :)

Shadow said...

i love what your describe here... as long as it's summer rain.

Woman in a Window said...

Feeling the rain is one thing, allowing it, or welcoming it another. Nice one, Walker.