Rain [Haikuic Poem]

The rain draped moments,

Glistening down, it hung still,

Graceful staccato.


The weather whispered,

An attempt to be sweet dreams,

All mesmerising.


Skies’ broken ridges,

Purporting a message alone

Of great pain, great peace.


Within its shaped shell,

Patterns reach the earth, shifting,

Hands out, splayed and stopped.


As the rain dries up,

Tears to form crystals that hang

Down my tired face;


Beauty in one stream

Gone, the weather tale,

Until another.

The End

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