I love the rain, <br />The way it gracefully falls from the leaves, <br />To plop soundlessly on an unforgiving ground, <br />Soaking up the rain until it fades away. <br />How many times does it rain? <br />Are their many who know how I feel when it rains? <br />The rain takes the problems of today, <br />Which usually fills my day with an empty sorrow, <br />The pain and desolute despair wash away, <br />With the following of the rain. <br />Evanescently, <br />The rain will dry up, <br />As the sun’s rays pierce the sky. <br />They go into the air, <br />To come again another day. <br />Life returns to normal once more, <br />Continual breath with the force of change. <br />The rain washes away, <br />Sorrow, pain, and for a moment <br />It gives you the belief of innocence again. <br />So, here I am, <br />Underneath the pale, <br />Dropping leaves of an ancient willow tree. <br />Hoping anxiously for my rain to come. <br />Outside with the birds singing <br />The sun shining <br />The wind blowing <br />And the leaves rustling, <br />Time keeps going on, <br />As I await my rain to come.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-rain/
