Peacock of the Rain

A poem

I wish to be peacock of the rain. Who is dancing there in the corner of my mind? Where there is no one to see me?

But the cosmos to play the song of my mind. Where I can dance just like a peacock and spread my wings among the strangers.

And together we can enjoy and be wet. And spread the dirt that later can wash away.

Away from all the dirt that we all live in and carry in ourselves. Which must be washed away.

Oh God! I want to be the peacock of the rain.

©️ Abby Crassia 2020. All Rights Reserved.

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