Living the Dream

That Kind Of Rain

I.

one that deserts heaven

to leap to a prayer-tipped, face

and mixes with tears, like watercolor

brush to wet canvas

that kind of Rain

II.

one that slides slowly to a new slant

in order to give a newly budded blossom

its first kiss

that kind of Rain

III.

little bit that fills a rain gauge

after a long dry spell

and that one last drip

runs over the quivering lip

that kind of rain

IV.

let me heaven heaven-spiral,

blue on blue, to colors’ cup

it sips to nourish new ways of being wet

but never down

that kind of rain

a high sung carol

dropping note by note

Reply from Orean:

Orean  http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-KlP9VAsrab_njRKB86w-?cq=1&p=139#comments

A tiny raindrop…
One of millions: insignificant
A face in the crowd: unnoticed
It has no meaning,
There are more from whence it came.
No future: No past
Nothing matters: Nobody cares
Who am I?
Who are you?
Does anybody know: Really
Does anybody care: Sincerely
Who cares if it is gone,
There are more to take its place.
What makes me so special: Honestly
What makes you stand out: Realistically
Have you left your mark?
Will you be remembered?
Or will you be like the raindrop: Forgotten
Be more of the same: Indistinguishable

©Orean

Thank you, Orean,

I want to be that raindrop that leaps to a lover’s face.  I want to be that raindrop that gives a blossom its first kiss.  I wish to be that raindrop that fills the gauge…. what a wonderful poem.  Thank you for sharing it.  Carol.

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