dancing alone,
the stage, for two,
it tumbles, it plops, its gaseous spirit rises anew,
it desires a partner,
and today, it has an interest in you,
pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
If it were in summer, and sunny,
It would have worn rainbow reflections, liquid, casually,
Instead, this season's winter,
And it's opted for something solid,
A marvel of geometry, hexagonal,
Fairy-powder, not so colourful,
Reverting form with a touch, is it love or just warmth?
But if you ignore it,
Behind your drapes, blankets, and double-glazing,
A coffee in hand, The muffled sounds, not so-amazing
It will grow colder, and harden further,
Albeit continue to call daily, heavily,
Clink-clunk, clink-clunk.
Will you dance in the rain?
For all it wants is,
You.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
