Rain Poem by Sara Tehrani

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...