Drops of rain in the black of night
Draw my gaze to the sight.
I open the window
And to my delight,
I can feel the cool breath.
Pitters and patters all around;
Yet nothing trods on the sodden ground.
All life is still,
There is no sound
But the falling rain.
A distant siren comes to my ears,
Calling attention to all the years
I have been living,
Without the fears
Of death's arrival.
The air is clear, there's no mist in
This night where street lights glisten.
I strain my ears
So I can listen
To the whispers of the storm.
I hear screeching tires and a baby cry;
And I wonder why the night does lie.
Am I dreaming?
Why must we die?
Is life a cycle?
During the drought we cry for a flood;
Where arid dust turns into mud.
Life enters into
The newborn's blood,
As it leaves the old's behind.
Life is born in precipitation.
Life is ended in evaporation.
Mankind worries about
For both of these events.
Live the life into which you were born.
Don't let the rain make you forlorn.
Love the beauty
Of the misty morn.
Feel life breathe through you.