Four Part Harmony
Have you ever listened to the rain?
Heard life’s sorrowful melody?
Felt the rhythm of the drops?
Like the heart beat
Of a new born babe
Bum bum bum
With the occasional
Ba bum ba bum
I listen . . .
I hear . . .
And finally
I feel.
I am the rain
The rain is me
We are one
Unified in rhythm and sorrow
Creating our own
Lonesome song
The wind arrives
Steeling my happy wishes
As they escape the cage that is
My heart.
Together the rain and I
Dance
Spinning and twirling
Tipping and swirling
I catch a glimpse of the willow approaching
The vines of the willow
Whipping
Whirling
Winding
Finding themselves
Around my waist
Pulling me into and intimate waltz
Keeping rhythm with the rain
Losing my wishes to the wind
Intimately waltzing with the willow
Sounds like harmony . . .
i am the rain
who might you be
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