Rain

Rain,
Pouring, drenching, soaking.

The world's greatest sins,
The most dangerous,
The ones that show themselves
Only to the dreamer,
Dissolve into little particles,
When it rains.

Thoughts, pitch black,
As the darkest night,
Lurk behind the smallest curtains.
Everyday,
New ones spring,
Like little plants;
Full of thorns.
Little drops of poison,
Falling,
Keep on falling,
Crushing, killing,
Destroying,
With the purity of light,
A child's most innocent dream.

And the rain falls down,
And the child remains a child,
Immersed in the moment.
Submerged in imagination,
Fantasy and reality,
Become as one;
Inseparable as the soul and the other.
As the rain keeps falling,
Each single drop,
Bringing closer,
Making wiser,
Enlightening and enriching.

A book, the most beloved,
Wide open,
Leaves fluttering,
Drops staining;
Becomes colorless;
Without identity.
All the parts,
Mix and mingle,
Getting to know one another;
Influencing, transferring
Each one's irrational fears,
To the other;
Who's is listening?
All.

Rain,
Falling, on the little pine cone;
Crushed,
On the sidewalk it presides;
Thoughtless, unaware,
Of the effect these drops,
So full of life, rain,
Has on this limitless brain.
Unaware,
Of how every single drop,
Makes the thought of you,
Enthralling, yet poignant;
A kind of sweet obsession,
To turn to, when the world is still,
And no one else is around.