moody 'water' colors...

Whispering clouds and thundering skies,
lightening dazzles the night so shy,
as i wander lonely on the street,
i notice people around me scurrying by...

the pitter patter of these drops of rain,
the scent of the earth much divine,
the musical sway of leaves on trees,
wild flowers with a freshness that shines...

i meet a girl with olive skin,
with a smile that does not meet the eye,
a deep sadness she must harbour there,
her heart seems burdened by a lie...

In silence as i watch her restrain,
i wonder how she hides her pain,
and then it dawns on me--she is trying,
but in the rain, who can see her crying?

Next i meet a man complaining,
who frets and sulks because its raining,
talks about the muck and mud,
like an angry cow chews cud...

I notice his shirt---its dirty now,
a car has splashed a puddle somehow,
his mood is foul, his anger fair,
its raining but he does not care...

As i walk by another lane,
i see a man with his lady love,
sheltering her from the lashing wind,
a match made by the heavens above...

Dancing and jumping mad with glee,
soaking wet and drenched insane,
i greet them, children of innocent age,
oblivious to worry or worldy gain...

Someone trying to hide his pain,
someone revealing his disdain,
sometimes a blessing, for some a bane,
its a wave of magic---this january rain!

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Writers note: There was a sudden downpour in my head...and as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow rightfully said, "The best thing one can do when its raining is to let it rain" ;)

cheers!!!