It’s the circles of cinnamon that is whirling around the clouds
That keeps me looking up towards the sky
It’s the double sided shapes that keeps falling down
That keeps me asking why
Something as beautiful as rain
Can be an imagery of pain
Something so magical like rain
Makes them run back inside again
It’s the spontaneous softness that I can feel
That reassures me that the flowers are loved
It’s the kiss to the dry with the softness of the wet
That doesn’t let me forget
Why something as beautiful as rain
Can be an imagery of pain
Why something so magical like rain
Can make them run back inside again
The girls say they spent hours on their hair
But I love the curls the quickness of the care
Leave it down, leave it loose, let them kick and play
Each of the drops lets me feel free today
So I let it fall...
Ever notice how one can spend minutes (if not some hours) just gazing at raindrops on a rainy day? Yes, rain does have a mystical personality of it's own and is always a muse that makes one compose something wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......Each of the drops lets me feel free today So I let it fall... the rain.. the rain.. the rain... WOW! ! :) : *