Thursday, August 09, 2007

Lost brother


The wind amidst the rain,

Cools my face with

a bittersweet embrace.

I hide inside.

My fear of the storm, I deny.

It falls. It pours.

Tip, tap. Tip, tap.

It’s hypnotic beat seams

to conjure,

a sort of magic.

Time ticks.

People change.

I feel like dancing in the rain.

I peak through the door,

Deciding to seize the day.

Ah! I shout out loud.

It’s delightful to have drops

Of rain touch my face.

The familiarity of the smell

Of wet soil reassures me.

But, it’s painful with the coldness.

I am at a standstill.

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