Lost In The Rain
A poem — I think?
The north wind howls against the curtain, Calling forth the dark grey sky, A procession of lights and rolling drums, I take my seat on the veranda, A cup of warm tea with a splash of milk, Time to watch the show.
The curtains open with gentle applause, Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, The anxious young droplets dive down, Leaving their nests up high, Heavy with baggage, Gathered over days crying into fluffy pillows.
They crash down screaming, Headfirst onto Earth, dry and barren, Hands outstretched, they pull each other closer, Forming little groups and pooling together, Waiting to catch their other brothers and sisters, So that they do not have to suffer.
Drop by drop the puddle grows bigger, It's about to burst from the corner, “Cannot stay here, we have to get going, Let’s begin our journey! To find where we belong.” The puddle becomes a stream.
One for all and all for one, Carving through rocks and hard places, Flowing through gardens and forests, Or underneath horrid gutters. Over time, they become a river, Seeking their peace, their one desire.
Pure, murky, or completely obscure, Some reach the sea of their dreams, Others stranded, On land and shore, But when their time is over, They all meet their end.
Back to heaven, they are taken, By angels floating up on rainbow wings. Reborn again on fluffy pillows, To grow, to fall and rise again.
As I watch the pitter-patter, In my mind, a seed is watered, I feel a thought taking root, Realization! I too am a part of one great cycle.
Ever since I was young, poetry meant rhyming the last words of sentences and placing them in four-line verses. But over time I've seen so many different styles and techniques used here on Medium that I realized my understanding was very rigid and there were so much beauty and elegance in poetry. So I wanted to try one too, a free verse poem. It’s not very good and I’m not sure if this is a poem or not but you can never walk a thousand miles without taking the first step.
Oh, and I usually write stories. If you want to check some out, this is one I wrote recently about how an occupation felt like a prison.
This week I also came across a really interesting new writer Xennariel Revenlyr. I loved the story about WOW and it brought back so many childhood memories. I encourage you to check it out too.
Thank you for reading and have an awesome day!
