Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Its Raining - poem

Its raining. Again.
Pouring like a waterfall.
Its been going for
Hours.
So much Rain!
The sound of the water surges through the storm water drains
Like a mighty river.
I stand by the balcony and listen.
Listen.
Entranced,
Mesmerized by its heartbeat

The land is being cleansed.
Washed. Renewed. Baptized.
...
There is little rain where I come from.
The land is dry and hard.
Thirsty. Parched.
There is no love.
God has forsaken the land.
A man will cross an ocean to escape from such a place

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