Rain Poem by Smoky Hoss
Rain
The sweet smell of rain
Decends like a falling dove,
Leaning into it I feel
A soulful plea...
The aura of the visual sense
And the aroma of the scent,
Together embrace the dreamer
Lingering deep within me...
The rainfall is poured
From a basin of wonder and mystery,
Deeply down it flows
Into all that I am...
Leaning ever further, as if in a dream
I allow the cleansing water into more and more of me,
Letting it wash away all the dirt,
Exposing a new and better man.
Baptism comes in the most unsuspected ways...
Salvation visits us,
Day upon day.
You will find that I too have written one called - Rain - but from a different point of view. Adeline
Wonderful poem with a lot of insights, and rain as purifier is always the excellent image. Rain is always refreshing.
C J RIGHTLY SAID, THE RAIN IS THE METAPHOR, OTHERWISE HOW DOES THE RAIN WASH WAY ALL THE DIRT AND EXPOSING THE PROTAGONIST A NEW AND BETTER MAN?
A magnificent poem Smoky, enjoyed reading very much. Rain can be so refreshing, although I have to confess that I usually have a good old moan when it starts! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:29:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A really beautiful poem, really like it. A wonderful write.