It’s the circles of cinnamon that is whirling around the clouds <br />That keeps me looking up towards the sky <br />It’s the double sided shapes that keeps falling down <br />That keeps me asking why <br /> <br />Something as beautiful as rain <br />Can be an imagery of pain <br />Something so magical like rain <br />Makes them run back inside again <br /> <br />It’s the spontaneous softness that I can feel <br />That reassures me that the flowers are loved <br />It’s the kiss to the dry with the softness of the wet <br />That doesn’t let me forget <br /> <br />Why something as beautiful as rain <br />Can be an imagery of pain <br />Why something so magical like rain <br /> Can make them run back inside again <br /> <br />The girls say they spent hours on their hair <br />But I love the curls the quickness of the care <br />Leave it down, leave it loose, let them kick and play <br />Each of the drops lets me feel free today <br />So I let it fall...<br /><br />Sara Tehrani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-372/
