Comes The Rain

The sun is shinning bright outside
yet, even still, does come the rain
out of nowhere they do appear
storms of the night during the day

The feeling is nostalgic
as drops fall upon the trees
hitting dirt that lay lifeless on the ground
they wash away all that came to be

A cleansing for each and every place
in which the rain chooses to appear
much like crying cleanses one's soul
that has become to heavy to alone clear

I feel them now these drops, this rain, it falls upon my face
and I tilt my head backwards
for all of it that I might embrace

Taking them in, each one by one
I pray these drops for awhile do fall
that like the earth I may be free
from the darkness that did hold me all

© Dixie Dawn Michelle. All rights reserved 2010