Rain...

Sitting dark settles on apprehensive hearts.
Cold, quiet, thick, drops
Color mocks the moving stillness all around
Dancing, skipping,
circling the ancient screen of dripping leaves.

Pounding hammers fall and break,
Waiting....waiting, knowing renewal comes,
Amidst the water, thursting.
You drink your sorrow, you laugh your pain

Demanding perfection, yerning chaos.
Unhappiness fuels your joy.
Searching everywhere but not,
we shun the music of sadness.

Rivers wind our man-made traces of life.
Knowing only discontent,
we tame the wonder of our nature,
Twisting miracles to fit our distress.

Turning beauty into monsters,
Happiness into evil,
Rain into death.