"Rain" 6-28-07

(sitting on the back porch of my grandparent's house)

Come, keep falling, perspiration from above, melts below,
Thick the rain blows, chilled filling the lungs, bold,
Electric the clouds and air tremble as mighty waters roll,
Dense and dark pillars and canopy surrond, giant sparks ignight,
Soothing heart-beat, solid strong, resets this fine-tuned place,
Tinkeling bells, no sound similar, as these crystals fall,
Never again may I see these exact ones falling agin through space,
Once was whispers now nostrils flare, leaves of trees turn, bare,
Though soft as fur and purrs, lion's roar are sure, surronding,
Passing, thoughts unfold, pen is blue hue, scribe alive,
Rain a common scene, storms a told tale too, but,
how are they remembered? What feeling? Fire? Hue?
Smells of fresh dirt, grass, and trees, natures best,
Renewed as the rain chimes, wind blows, current of tomorrow flows,
Earth melts and gives life where cycles constant regin,
Ressurection, rebirth come after sin, death, and grace,
Like the rain our lives are constantly being pulled to an end,
As the wind blows, God knows, and our futures change.
Life, a grace from God, to fall like rain and be blown to our knees.