Thursday, August 10, 2006
Mismatch
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That lush calm, rich silence
Blankets the soul, channeling peace
The very untainted nature of rain
At its most saccharine, a sight to behold
Nothing prima facie, it has always been and will be
Torrents tear down in a crusade
Bent at an angle, the wind’s protractor
Droplets accumulate, fall off ledges
Yet you wonder why in such a world rain-infused
That the very elements it encapsulates
Belied by a masquerade of old and modern ills
War, hypocrisy, bloodshed, depression
Love for the ephemeral, living likewise
If only we left Mother Nature to her devices
And ours to the will of the One above
Ever constant rain is, yet enthralling in its vicissitudes
It is every thing we are not.
Alex
11 August 2006