Listen to the rain

Listen to the rain

It calls to me

Drowning out the noise

Of summer

With its persistent

Percussive drumming

Precise paradiddles

Mark time

As grey falls away

Pooling in puddles

Of deepening shadow

There is a rhythm to it

A soothing ambience

Comforting

In its way

As it fades into memory

Softly brushed

Into a corner

The space feels endless

Empty and vast

Sing freshly

Written songs

Watch as raindrops

Trickle down the window

Follow the pattern

Its randomness

Is hypnotic

I can remember

Chasing rainbows

They were never caught

That is the beauty of magic

It only works

If you let it

Even now

When pragmatism

Is more than

A three syllable word

And cynicism is a cool choice

The feel of rain

Dancing on skin

Bouncing off shoulders

Trickling down

Dripping from the end

Of your nose

When you kiss

Is as magical

A thing as can be

Without a bona fide miracle

To take its place.