On The Blind Poet

It is the rain
That sweeps across the desert
And
Unknowingly
Traces in the sand
Pictures of beauty
Poetry without words

It is the rain
That taps upon the swaying trees
And
Singing sad love songs
Whispers of longing
Poetry in melodies

It is the rain
That crowded upon the rooftops
Leaps
Rushing
To the street
Warbling deep secrets
Poetry cacophony