Ode to Gentle Rain

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A poem is beginning to take shape in

My mind. Ideas came riding on droplets

Of cool rain, or galloping between

The soft drizzle of my heart. The first words

Are twirling, like ripples in a puddle

Of thoughts. To blend nuances whether

Slight, or extreme, in thrills, in joy,

In sorrow and pain. Finding solace in a

Heart drenched with forgotten memories,

Of moments shared with showers

Of blessing, with the cool gentle rain.

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A poem has existed in my mind, waiting as

Messenger of thoughts and feelings.

And so, this poem is poured out,

As a token of time lost. And this poem

Is written, with quills of a kind heart,

With ink of tears, as rain pours down

On this dry land, with its drops of

Nourishment for this opulent earth

And a yearning heart. Beneath the murky

Waters, there lay a deep and still water.

It will wash away all the pain, give time

For the healing with splashes

Of coolness, of a gentle rain.

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For Dear SRW