Softly Falling Rain

Tiny splatters,

I hear the raindrops fall,

like teardrops they cascade –

down my window pane.

Soft gentle rain,

like a sweet caress,

running down my cheeks,

as I look up into the leaden sky.

I look up toward the rain,

seeing the silvery gray above,

a fine curtain of rain –

closing the world from me.

Rain ever so soft and gentle,

I watch as the raindrops,

splash against my window,

wondering if they bring greetings to me.

Perhaps someone once dear to me,

sends me love,

as raindrops keep tapping –

to say I love you.

The feeling of love so strong,

nothing anymore is wrong,

as the dark clouds drift by,

somewhere a hazy sun,

is shining up high.

Your thoughts come to me,

out of the long ago,

with memories,

like reels of film –

spinning in my mind.

Rain brings daydreams,

in a world now wet and shiny,

waiting for the clouds to part

and for rainbows to start.

Each raindrop I greet,

as it courses down the window pane,

bringing me precious memories,

from the clouds in the sky above.

So I sit by my window,

looking out into the rain,

I hear gentle rainy day music –

listening to it drip, drip, drip.

Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

8 thoughts on “Softly Falling Rain

  • January 10, 2019 at 11:28 PM
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    Cleansing rain, like teardrops from Heaven bringing a message of love. This is a lovely, sweet, poem, Rasma.

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  • January 11, 2019 at 8:17 AM
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    “…….like a sweet caress……. “, some things about the rain , the sound of it on a metal roof or at the streams and brooks when they become a roaring cascades . I hope that the rain is always cleansing for us , Nice writing Rasma !

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  • January 12, 2019 at 10:10 AM
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    You encapsulated rain with your rhythm. Well done and a joy to read Rasma. Happy Saturday! Jamie

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  • January 13, 2019 at 7:01 AM
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    I love rainy days, walking in it, sitting at a window watching it pour and drip down the glass too. Especially like to sleep under it, listening to the pitter patter on a roof top as it lulls me to sleep. Nicely penned my friend, much appreciated the rhythm as well.

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