by Dena Mallory

Created on: April 20, 2009   Last Updated: April 25, 2009

Rain On Me

Softly, I'm awakened from a dreamy drowse. Did I hear, tap! Tap! There, on window's glass? Yes. . . . a gentle whisper inviting my mind . . . Quietly, I hear "Please, may I share my life, as I fall full of sky's iridescent light!?"

Yes! Please do! So I listen closely and my thoughts seem to say: "It must be wondrous to fly free-for-all, at first, drifting sweetly through candy colored clouds! Then a swift ride through clear, crackling air! All the while hearing wind whisper, "Where! Oh!, where, where?"

Rain answers wind and I hear sweetness say: "Find Earth! See it there so still under winter's cold, stark death? Oh joy, that I might give precious life's breath! Exhilarating joy! Give me swift wind that I might be! Me! Oh, if only to be . . . sweet life's breath . . ."

. . . but, forever fickle and flighty wind finds instead, window glass. On glass, there lies cold, stark and possibly, yes, sad death. Unceremoniously the raindrop ends with just a tiny splash on barren and cold, unforgiving hard glass. Unknowing, this dear drop might have cursed: Damn Wind! Life is lost in vain on window: So plain!

Poor drop, not realizing the wondrous thoughts that were mine! A masterpiece created and a beautiful moment, so divine! Yes! It's message delivered: Oh the joy I have as I breathe in, out, and in! Reverently and deeply I hear my mind say . . . "Please, dear drop, do you know what life would be like without ever breathing in your wonderfully deep midnight life?"

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