Monday, April 25, 2011

late night thoughts (a poem)

There is something so sublime about the rain.

Especially now that spring comes tip-toeing warmly in,

its as if i can see the flowers coyly emerging from the earth.

i love how its pitter-patter upon my window beckons softly for me to sleep,

as if to say, dream well, for when you awake the world will be reborn again.

O, comfort is the distant sound of cars

rushing through the street after a rainstorm.

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