This poem is suppose to be all one stanza.



What is there to feel

on the subject

of rain?

Rain replaces my tears

with a soothing touch.

Rain comforts me

as the urgent wind


and caresses me,

mumbling gently

into my soul.

In anger,

Thunder roars its reproach!

its disappointment.

Soon after,

Rain reaches out

to softly cleanse me;

Thunder grumbles

its mute agreement.

Rain mends

my many times patched

and broken heart.

Spontaneously! Lightning strikes.

Its vigor enthralls me.

My heart beats anew.

My cheeks flush vibrantly.

Its initially blinding light,

in that one moment so pure,

clears my vision once more.

Ah, my friend

the Rain.