Carried By Rain

She sat quietly pen in hand,
gazing out at the rain, waiting for it to speak.
emotions running through her mind
wanting to break free

No one would understand her abstract ramblings
except the poetic heart,
living far beneath the surface
behind walls that won`t be torn apart

Swiftly the pen glides
strokes of emotions on fields of white
So much life with its joy and its pain
in quiet remembrances ,carried by rain.

A gentle touch along the way
a broken heart afraid to stay
Its all there in misty dreams
untitled and scattered, all of life's scenes

Coming together in
illusion and rhyme
placed on paper
to endure through time

To the poet afraid to speak
who whispers to the wind his pain.
We are out here
waiting for poetry carried by rain.