Rain

Hey everyone! I had a busy morning, so today's post got pushed off until this afternoon. I wrote a bit of poetry in honor of all the beautiful rain we've received lately in my neck of the woods. Enjoy!

The Rain

I watch the rain make patterns on the window,

as it falls down from the sky.

Rainy days are somber and dreary for some,

but as for me, not I.

I find the sound of the rain soothing,

comforting, and cold.

For I detest the heat,

and admire quiet repose.

I am anonymous, hidden, and sly,

as I align myself with the rain from the sky.

We are one, the droplets and I,

within my domain I remain and I hide.

I contemplate philosophy and the universe,

thinking about my life.

What causes me pain I must bury,

banishing to recesses inside.

The rain starts to subside and I frown,

I am not ready for it to end.

The sun will return and the clouds will run away,

the sound of the rain will be spent.

Goodbye old friend,

until next time.