Raptures of the Rain
And then there’s a rainbow
The dulcet sound of raindrops,
falling on the roof,
feeding all the needy crops,
the patters living proof.
The leaden sky and the dry,
the ground’s dissatisfied,
however hard it seems to try,
each one of us has tried.
And then the tempo trends towards,
raptures of the rain,
like a song its simple chords,
beat a sweet refrain.
On my skin it is akin,
to a soft and sensual touch,
I often wonder where you’ve been,
too many is not too much.
The pungent smell of eucalypts,
long dry now soft and brown,
from the heavens they’ve been kissed,
the rain is their renown.
There’s something rare like loving care,
the airs so soft and sweet,
to stop the rain I wouldn’t dare,
it makes the earth complete.
Wasted worries come and go,
some linger then they fall,
everything that others know,
is not the final call.
Raindrops falling on my head,
splish splash the gutters run
what is real is what’s ahead,
all things under the sun.
And then there’s a rainbow
the earth turns verdant green,
the atmosphere’s electric
in a scene seen in a dream.
©
David Rudder
3rd November 2020
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