August 14, 2008
By christine garibian, Glendale, CA

The rain falls sweetly down upon
My ears.
It makes me feel as infinite
As the crashing seas.
I look up and God’s tears
Fill my eyes,
Shrouding my view of haven
With bittersweet raindrops.

Ah, sweet.
The rain is meant for us.
For those who love
The sun in all it's force
Have never seen the rain
In all it's glory.

So let this Nocturne play on,
As the jealous Sun
Watches Luna rejoice
In the ethereal music
He is blocked from.

Let Nature perform
With all it's glorious might
As we rest in the bosom
Of the Night.

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