Letters

drip drop, drip drop

Softly falls, the calming rain,

quietly soothing this weary brain.

In rhyme it whispers, directly to soul:

“Dream on, dear one, in rain, dream on.

Soon there’ll be rainbows, all worries be gone.”

With patterns uneven, just naturally pleasing,

rain’s rhythms, hushed murmurs, prove ever uplifting.

Sweet scented showers begin and then fade.

Breathe in again, out again, all through gray day.

Angelical choirs dance merrily through air,

sprinkling God’s blessings, for all here to share.

With ears that can hear, and eyes that can see:

“Dream on, dear one, in rain, dream on.

Soon there’ll be rainbows, all worries be gone.”

Dripping and dropping, rain’s pitter, rain’s patter,

casts out all fears, or whatever’s the matter.

Not Torrents! Not Raging! Nor “Cats and Dogs”!

Not Cloud Bursts! Deluge! Or Flooding Down-Pours,

just gentle, refreshing, restoring sweet rain,

descending in splendor, relieving life’s strain.

Long have I pondered, now scheme to explain,

the hypnotizing, tranquilizing, tantalizing grains,

of mesmerizing, soul-healing, gently falling rain.

Mike Piliero

Hampton Bays