24 May 2011

The Rain's Lover

The orange wispy ballerina
Twirls 'round and 'round the air
Gracefully falling to the earth,
The others like arrows and spears
Swiftly and firmly hitting the ground;
Whatsoever the wind must've whispered?
That the trees laughed and giggled?

The sheeps concealed the glaring orange bulb,
The shadows flee away
And everything was equally dark.
The bandmen beat the drums
And a light ignited
And vanished just as fast as it came;
Then an angel got scared
And cried.

Oh how splendid the music the thunders play in my ears!
How magnificent the lightnings showcase!
How warm the coldness embraces me!
How gently the wind strokes my hair!
How softly the water cascades down my cheeks!
And how sweetly the rain kisses my parted lips!
Oh rain do not stop
Keep pouring and weeping!
Tha darker the world,
The brighter my heart would be;
The gloomier the day,
The gladder I'd be.

Yes people be scared and hide
That only I remain in this wonderland.
But if my friend,
You are the rain's lover too
Come, hold my hand!
Let's dance arms open and stamp our feet
Looking up the gray skies
And the black and white rainbow.
And when we're tired
Let's sit by this brown old tree
And watch our happy reflections,
If not on this pool,
Through our dark dilated eyes!

But rain,
Please stop not still,
If that's not too much to ask.
You are my lover,
Now, can I keep this friend?

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