Rain's Mystique! Poem by Geoff Warden

For times day doth draw the rain
and the claps o' thunder shalt follow
as remembrance of one's face
hath ghostly reference unto thine..
Droplet ah droplet spit o' ground
and unnoticed as in true form
t'was one such fine a day
at thy corners turn thy did come 'round
Like thy reflection face o' me face
as the pace of fall gains its' speed
closer unto closer we meet again
assuredly of thine hearts beat.....

And at the edge of one said clap
as its' chill runs course of spine
thou hath taken control o'er me
an' surrender is destiny in time
Explain the rain storms magic
that hath start at a single drop
and if thou can remember in moment
the caress of hand to hand combat
As in likeness unto the wind
the ever build of intensity of velocity
thy whirlin' swirl that overcame
an' became the moment of we.....

For times day doth draw the rain
And I shalt bathe in its' glory................


GJW 19/12/06