Sweet Rain

Sweet rain,

Sour rain,

Bitter rain,

You came like

the first rain in October

falling quietly upon garden of words,

leaving traces behind for me to follow.

Will I ever get to you?

So I followed

a path to a place

where rain never seemed to cease.

I walked,

and I walked,

and I walked,

and I fell

in the abyss of solitude,

drowned in a longing

of a voice that sounded

like joy and tears.

And it was the most beautiful voice

for loneliness dissipated, when rain fell and called my name.

Sweet rain,

Sour rain,

Bitter rain,

Everytime I wake up

I pray it will be rain

So I know,

I am not alone

And wherever I am,

you are here with me.