Do not fret drizzle
Or be bothered by cold drops
Ignore howling wind
Instead focus on rainbows
And how many will appear
Do not fret drizzle
Or be bothered by cold drops
Ignore howling wind
Instead focus on rainbows
And how many will appear
This peaceful moment:
You, me, and the sound of rain.
A soft percussion,
Dropping bubbly brook beats,
That crescendos rapidly.
Refreshing shower,
Gives way to clear blue,
Framed by warm white clouds,
This must be what a painter
Feels after the final stroke.
Golden sunset shines
Through pea-sized water droplets
Crystalline clear
Trailing a fuzzy rainbow
Where one would expect shadow
The wave climbs over
Envelops me with colors
In transparency
Texture crashes all around
Dancing in the undertow
Born from silver clouds
And kissed with golden light
Drip by drop they fall
Cool and clear and colorless
For those lacking perspective
The sun sets beyond,
A yawning horizon line,
Capped white waves rolling,
Sprinkled with a sailors song,
For swimming fish and starlight.
Past my reflection,
Beyond the mirrored surface,
Lives another world,
Linking all humanity,
Understood mostly by fish.