Ode to Rain
You're a beautiful shower from up high.
Sure, plants have rejoiced in morning dew,
But no other phenomenon would even try
To match the blessing that is you.
In sharp, icy sheets, like a heartbroken cry.
Soft and warm, with the joy that is new.
I want to laugh and look to the sky,
When the heavens open to let you through.
The crystal clear hue
Of your lovely blue
Makes me know you
When the silver light filters through.
It is just perfect to simply lie
On my back and listen to
The beat of your heart, I
Can't lie, your song is true.
So, even whilst I dry
My wearied eyes and rue
The pain I may feel: Why?
I see you and your clear blue.
The crystal clear hue
Of your lovely blue
Makes me know you
When the silver light filters through.
You help me say fie
to your friends, though few.
Thunder great, lightning, tie
it up, a perfect storm with you.
Though the waters rise, I pry
The top off the box my mind drew.
I will always know as I say goodbye
to darkness, you were my clue.
The crystal clear hue
Of your lovely blue
Makes me know you
When the silver light filters through.
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