And the Rain Falls


And the rain falls

A cascade of broken glass falling from the heavens

The musical magical sounds of the droplets striking this reality

Sheets of running moisture flushing across the surface of my world

The night is lost to yesterday, yet the darkness remains across the morning

Time stands still as this a confluence of nature managing dominion

In a sky of dark cold iron, a single star courageously fights for survival

One last small point of diamond shimmering brightness amid chaos and shadow

A beacon of hope in an otherwise cistern of despair and loss

But I hear the music

The sweet ringing sounds of oscillating crystal struck with the perfect cadence

The gurgling rhythms of the water swirling down the pipes

Clamouring, hammering, pounding of the droplets striking metal and stone

Juxtaposing in the orchestral muse of natures own melody

The never-ending, never tiring, always changing song of the universe

Natures own cry of celebration for the existence we take so much for granted

With gifts such as this, could there be a better day

  Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Willis Texas, December 27th, 2005

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