Treasure Island

Elbert Matt Loubser

(20/09/1989 / Pretoria)

Gently The Rain


Let us not ponder too much upon the rain
Yet refrain from neglecting the water within
These turbulent waves cease ne'er to pain
but the rain pitter-patters, gently the rain

And nature receives bounty from nature's own gain
Not so within us; our head barely stay aloft
To reap the cold depths of the ocean's disdain
but the rain softly whispers, gently the rain

As kind feathers stroke, and fall on the plain
Not so is the heart, turmoil and oil
The self it depresses, and so too does stain
until all is healed, pitter-pat pat pat-pitter, gently the rain

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014
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