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Rain Reflections
rain, fall on neglected rooftops, fall,
let thirsty rooftops drink
sky unleashes a wardrobe of shattered stars
rain, fall on the heavy rooftops,
fall on the clear lake of faces.
we are all boats freed from anchor at birth
we are all bound to go
across the light-lost waters no man will measure;
shifting hopes contained in the wingspan of a smile.
tears fall across the ruined dust of the horizon
of the faces passing by
rain falls on the morning’s fire
for somebody’s always going away; somebody always comes back
somebody breathes slow, somebody reaches for me in need
when I am gone from them in the mists filling my mind
they’re bound to leave on their own
we’re all bound to leave, fathomless as rain.
my hand reaches for the hand of the one next to me
who has the look of one who has stood outside
a long time in warm rain, like peace-cracked rock,
softly, peacefully crumbling in rain.
the sorrow birds of rain
fly over my rooftop, over my head, crying for me
sky blooming with birds, light born of rain
glistening green and blue on their wings
one for the earth, one for the sky
strange in their stilling beauty.
when rainfall turns into nameless blossoms
and shadowy green things growing under little stones
when rainfall lights up dry fields of winter wheat
when rainfall drags night on her cape
when rainfall changes on my tongue and teeth
in deviations of music like harmonic kisses
when rainfall plays like a piano upon my window
when rainfall gathers streetlights into wind-blown crystals
when rainfall creeps like a child along some meadow
I reach for the door of rain; daylight and night’s web,
And all is one and the same in the rain—
we are all running down the rooftops of life
we are all flowing, we are all flying
nestled inside sweet cocoons
watering the peach and the almond stem
we are all alone in the rain
my raindrop of a life holding a lamp’s reflection—
rain is the little sister who always comes back to me.
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The first few lines came to me when I was at work. I had to wait to get home to write it down. As for the rest of the poem, it flowed out as easily as rain falling from the sky. I wrote this because I love rain so much.