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Rain, Book III

Rain, From A Saturday

what the rain brings
but not life and new
what flows into the seas
and the souls we call rivers
are simple waters of eternity

what the rain dreamed a day ago
thunder and lightning
giving you life and love and
translucent passion on rainy evenings
while calling for a voice unheard

what you seek for a rain
its soft breezes
sending you to heaven
its thundering echos
to exorcise your fears

what the rain wants
we may never ask
but the rain wants a soul
what the water saw for centuries
it wants humans to love.


[+] Rain Book I
[+] Rain Book II


Tht was lovely poem... Enjoyed reading But many pop ups interrupted... Y so many pop ups??? hm...

See my page 4 rebuttal... Hehehe
amitken said…
very nice!!

*rain wants a soul*
lovely :)
This is absolutey nice....make me want to drink the rain....I think it made me like rain after many years!
Keshi said…
wut the rain wants is a soul to true!

Beautiful verse...


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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me