LISTEN TO THE RAIN

The sun has surrendered to the clouds…

only hints of the mountains remain

and I am sitting on the porch swing…

listening to an afternoon rain.

There is a rhythm to the sound…it rises and falls upon the breeze

and I marvel how some raindrops find the ground

while others linger in the trees.

I find myself drawn to my bed…as raindrops cascade from the sky

The soft music they’re composing…creates the perfect lullaby…

As I close my eyes and listen…to her music soft and deep

I find the melody so soothing and drift…slowly…off to sleep…

Until I hear a tapping…upon my window pane

and I smile when I realize…I’ve been awakened by the rain…

And I walk bak to the porch swing…as the rain beguiles and enthralls

and find strength among the raindrops…for they are not afraid to fall…

And I find happiness in the rain…where others may find gloom

for I understand the sky must weep…if the flowers are to bloom.

The rain has stopped as quickly as it began…

the mountains all return

as nature once again reminds me 

of all I have to learn…

Like how, in a gentle afternoon shower,

there is so much to be gained

if one stops to take a moment…

and listen to the rain.