Seasonal Drops Of Pure Poem by brian latimer

Busyness in a flash,
a wave of lazy guilt,
the rain sounds so active,
but what have I concurred or built?

Life once calm now moving,
the silence of boredom is gone.
The rain hits the rooftop,
bringing a soothing song.

Laboring in that noise I'd like not to do?
Rather spinning, thoughts of dancing, and embracing you.

Like the hum of spring honey bees
or even a car in steady idol,
asleep in their seats,
this vibration is comforting a child.

Then comes the calming smell of rain,
peaking my curiosity of what's to change?
Question and wonder stand in my mind,
Uncertainty is all I've come to I find.

The house is now silenced.
The rain has since gone,
frantic, as it came, it didn't last long.

An estranged feeling,
the loss of a lover.
The rain has moved on in search for another.