I can feel the rain, falling
Sometimes it is quiet but always
Sometimes it pours down, cleansing
Sometimes it is barely noticeable,
but it is always there.
The rain cleanses by washing
But it also erodes. Diminishing.
I am also that drop in the rain,
I too merge with others.
But it always brings pain.
Where is the bliss? Where
is the peace?
Where is the goodness in merging?
Do you know?
The rain falls from the heavens
and nurtures the seedlings,
helping nature bring that seed
Will the rain make me whole,
make me complete?
Help with the purpose of my
The rain is soothing, it
– is there a rhythm
to emotions too?
Is there a cycle that is determined?
Determined by who, what, where.
Patterns within patterns
and a reason for everything.
I must believe that I will grow,
just like that seedling.
We grow at different rates,
to different patterns
but crossing and intertwining.
Are we helping or stopping progress?
Is it right to want love, balance
a lasting relationship that
Or am I just dreaming again.
Dreaming while the rain is falling