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
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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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