As the rain falls,
the hollowed night darkens,
leaving nothing but your thoughts.
Creatures take shelter from the angels tears,
the sky flashes with tales of the past.
If you hold your breath and listen,
you may be able to hear it too..
Not sounds of demons in their never ending war..
not the sounds of the Captains lost at sea..
It is the songs sung by leaves of oldest of trees,
the most elegant of flowers.
Close your eyes and listen,
You may even hear the sounds of your heart playing it’s rhyme too.
When gracefully embracing them all as one,
some people say they play a song…
Rhymes and beats for the rain to blissfully dance for.
People call it,
“The Rain Dance.”
~Troy A. Cruise~