For times day doth draw the rain <br />and the claps o' thunder shalt follow <br />as remembrance of one's face <br />hath ghostly reference unto thine.. <br />Droplet ah droplet spit o' ground <br />and unnoticed as in true form <br />t'was one such fine a day <br />at thy corners turn thy did come 'round <br />Like thy reflection face o' me face <br />as the pace of fall gains its' speed <br />closer unto closer we meet again <br />assuredly of thine hearts beat..... <br /> <br />And at the edge of one said clap <br />as its' chill runs course of spine <br />thou hath taken control o'er me <br />an' surrender is destiny in time <br />Explain the rain storms magic <br />that hath start at a single drop <br />and if thou can remember in moment <br />the caress of hand to hand combat <br />As in likeness unto the wind <br />the ever build of intensity of velocity <br />thy whirlin' swirl that overcame <br />an' became the moment of we..... <br /> <br />For times day doth draw the rain <br />And I shalt bathe in its' glory................ <br /> <br /> <br />GJW 19/12/06<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-s-mystique/
