drip, drip
that is the sound of the rain
falling, splashing
on the roof of my house
it's a gray, cloudy place
lonely and mist-filled
like something out of a dream
and i am the dreamer
dancing on misty light
painting dewdrops onto grass
it's a light, ethereal place
created by a man
known by everyone and no one
the rain is a song
and i am the singer
the thunder is my drum
and the sun is my spotlight
and i am lost in the magic of the mist
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rain
Poetrypoems from dreams and nightmares flow from pen to page incredible rainbows of words painting pictures in my head they can make or break a story swirls of light and dark like fresh sweet air or suffocating fog how is it that pain can be so poetic?