here is what they don't tell you about rain
it slips under your skin and
whispers memories through the
smell of sky crying
simultaneously evoking tears and laughter
while thunder cracks and you shake under
the weight of the river slowly
swirling in eddies in the mud,
in the end, it's just ice that's melting
the past that is present again in
one drop, paper thin on your skin
like faces smiling before the sun
breaking through clouds soft.
hannah nicole
Rain is contemplative with an underlying tone of melancholy seeping into earth. As soon as the first drops start falling, I want to curl up with a blanket and sit next to the window to watch the sky cry. I find myself mulling over the intricacies of simple things and wondering about life and why we take so many things for granted. Breezes wrack trees like little girls shaking out their hair and rain splashes surfaces wet, while I'm sitting inside, sipping chai and listening to My Head is an Animal over and over again. Flowers bud hesitantly while grass stretches awake from a season of sleep, uncurling from under their blankets of snow. And life keeps going and people keep living and rain falls.
It's a beautiful day to be alive.
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