The Rain

It hails with a simple forgiveness over your life story; andwhy it no longer matters how out of place you feel at times 

It kisses the earth with a soft longing, covering it with buried jewels, precious ones; that riff to the sound of an out-of-tune guitar with every drop that hits the ground

It does not look for a place to land, but free falls, immersing you into passages with the scent of old books, right from where you stand 

It’s the unfinished mystery that keeps growing over years, that reoccurring thought and feeling, you can never really capture to break down, let alone understand 

It’s the pregnant conversation you’ll never have, where you run out of things to say, for your heart to finally give in and look itself in the eye

It’s the touch and tap to gently penetrate deep into the underground, arching to muddy sounds of: ‘I’m here, I’m here, it’s alright’ 

It’s the thrill that struck the inside of your lungs; when the caged roars of thunderstorms, plot their walkout to smoulder the night skies 

It’s the clouds of creamed mountains that stretch wide the sky, steering colours from thousands of miles away, through hidden secret paths with the wind making a pretty sound 

It’s that part of you that’s long forgotten in the past, the innocence you left behind and now you wonder why 

It’s the spark of an endless desire that lead silence hand in hand, to ignite tanks of connection between lost lovers that are still waiting for the right time 

It’s the moment that resonate with an abundance of blessings that saw open the fragility of life, to sit me down on this table with a hugging plea, to end my brittle rhymes and reboot back to line