Rain
Soothing to a sleeper’s ears,
It is both beautiful and deadly.

Stand in it and you shall become damp,
Beware of its weapon-Lightning.

When its water on water, Rain shall dance,
Anywhere else and nothing happens.

Some call it “Falling Dancers” others call it “God’s Tears ”

I call it “Nature’s Wrath”




Running in Rain

Tear falling onto you,
Your clothes becoming moist.

You stop running and stare,
You feel the pleasure on the rhythm.

Rhythm tap…tap…tap,
The rhythm so relaxing and soothing.

You start running again,
Hoping it to never stop.




Puddles

Puddles are the keepers of rain,
They keep it, collect it, and savor it.

Without puddles rain would have no home,
Rain would only be temporary, brief, and short-lived.

A puddle can be as shallow as a inch or as deep as a mile,
It can be as clear as glass, or as obscure as fog.

Puddles are the minuscule version of their originators,
The waters of the world.




Red Umbrella

The red umbrella,
The difference in similarity.

Use it on a rainy day and
You are asking to be different.

In a world of black umbrellas,
The red umbrellas represent the individuals.

Individuality is what created the red umbrella and the red umbrella is the representation of individuality