the perfect rain
it's silent. .
there is a gloom in the sky
the sprinkles gently tap the roof
then slowly it starts to rain harder and faster
still and quite i sit in a daze watching
watching, listening, and smell the rain hit the concrete
as each drop has it's own rythmn. . .so soothing
even thoght i sit alone i feel sorrounded
so comforted, calm and joyful
as each drop falls knowing it's own way
i shead a tear to know the feeling
a tear of pain, anger, frustration, and happiness
they fall as every rain drop ive just seen out of my own window
lost and confused i watch. . .
every rain drop, every tear
nita
