Blessing and pain
January 22, 2013 § Leave a comment
When the cries of heaven
Reached the ground
Soaked me wet when I reached my home.
I took a warm bath for the skin,
and a hot coffee for the soul,
with a little bit of whiskey,
to spike it some more.
The rain had calmed down.
Yet there was a chill in the air.
The thunder and the lightning, sang and danced
like an inseparable pair.
Then came the little drops and the mellow drizzles.
Oh how they make the evening soul sizzle.
In an evening of rain.
With a sorrowful heart and a cheerful mind.
I take a little book of mine,
to accompany me.
On my chest the book lay,
I close my eyes.
As the wandering mind has nothing to say.
Oh grateful evening rain,
How nice it is see you make a mundane day
Oh how ungrateful some of they are.
They run hiding from you.
They shriek from your touch.
Some fear you.
Some even curse.
Oh how ungrateful some of they are,
You beautiful evening rain.
Your dark clouds made them aware.
But they simply did not care.
Although you announced your coming,
they wished to ignore it.
That is only because,
their minds are full of nonsensical bullshit.
Oh beautiful evening rain.
For some you are a blessing
and for many, you are a pain.