Thursday, October 25, 2012

Dancing in The Rain



I’ve seen blue skies turn charcoal gray,
heard thunder blast
for miles and miles on end,
and frail leaves…
I’ve seen them spin to the rising wind.

Rain… oh rain… oh rain…
nothing but liquid music, I say.
Hear it ripple, see wee droplets dance on the cobblestones.

A mist as dense as the walls of hell
steals away the warm shades of autumn
with a sharp metallic hue
and I close my eyes.

When thunder roars, turning day to night,
I dance, I dance, and dance in the rain
like an old fool, mad little poet
still searching for the other side of doom.

Carmen Ruggero ©2012