The Rain

What but a kind word in a moment can
compare

To a confession not there but said
like I’m not scared?

What, if not chance, can make
uncertainty so fair?

So readily open it’s hard to
prepare?

Is it not through dialogue that I am
most exposed?

Even though the perfect sense I make
is culturally clothed?

Am I not what I speak because I’m
definitely not what I’m told?

Just an original idea cast from a
great celestial mould,

Like rain descended from above, I
fall

Translucent and well meaning I cover
all,

Spreading the will to live, fuelling
the impetus for imaging

Looking for idle minds definitely
worth tampering…

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2 responses to “The Rain

  1. Strangely enough when I started writing it I intended it to be longer as I felt I had a lot of words to share but then I sensed them running out as I wrote. In the end I liked the fact that it was brief…like a passing storm…

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