Up over houses, And between soft green leaves, Is a gentle blue haze, That gives new meaning, To a glorious breath, seized deeply, And from a silent window, For although the clouds have gone, And the sun has glanced back, I find - thankfully - There's still rain.
We've all heard it - "Don't you get wet?" Which is a weird question, really, because come summertime, sandy coastlines around the world are full of people either dripping in perspiration, or coughing up unwanted seawater as they realise H2O can be a pretty powerful force to reckon with. But Jon, that isn't a fair… Continue reading The Rain Doesn’t Bother Me
In the place of those who take leave, Better things can be found, Such as when the rain comes; Summer bark may turn black, Yet alongside it, Colours begin to pop.
On the horizon, Comes a dream of a future, That may wash away the present, where, No matter how bright the day, I remain adamant for the dark; That could softly approach, Or around me manifest, With familiar cold hands, To smother the worries, Of a moment that was once the future, Upon the last… Continue reading Downpour