When the Rains Came
When the Rains Came
She always smiled,
so brilliantly,
life was so full –
of wonder and awe.
The days as they passed,
brought smiles galore
and her muses would sing,
bringing inspiration,
keeping her busy many a long night,
until the storm clouds gathered
and the rains came.
When the rains came,
her heart was always in pain,
her smile turned upside down,
nothing was pleasing any more –
the muses would sing sad songs.
When the rains came,
she wondered if the sun would shine again,
wondered when the clouds would part,
bringing colorful rainbows –
it nearly broke her heart.
Inspiration could not break through,
not when the storm clouds,
rolled across the skies.
Just as quickly a rainbow appeared,
sun rays peeped through,
the shadows all parted
and the muses could sing once more.
Suddenly there was music in the air,
the sky a brilliant blue.
Then the days were livable once more,
they were full of happiness and joy,
life was worth living again,
she felt like dancing,
as inspiration came in waves,
that washed over page after page.
The night so tranquil,
the moon and stars so bright,
everything was always fine –
until the rains came along once more.
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This seems symbolic of moods. Your poem is well penned and emotive. Well done, Rasma.
Thank you Phyllis.
We are so prone to moods; thankfully for me, my muse doesn’t depend on weather and I write, day, night, in sun of storm, as all is an inspiration of the expressions of life. Nicely penned Rasma.
Thank you Tony.
Moods have a way of effecting us all and as poets we can use it as tool. Love this Rasma…
Thank you Kurt.