Rain
In love with the rain
I felt it drip from your hair through your toes without touching anything in between. Past our words, our glances and our touch.
For years it's gone hand in hand with ours and stood watch while we both stepped away.
I've gotten used to your soothing clash and angry lulliby. You are dependable.
Since I was born, your voice has been consistantly inconsistant. Tapping on my window with the grace of my fingers matching yours. Crashing on this grown man's forehead, demanding respect.
God's tears fell on the day my grandfather left, and somehow found a way down my face. My tears turned to anger and then came the thunder.
You filled the footprints left in the muddy ground around the coffin.
In love with the rain and the calm that it brought when my ego was battered and bruised
when this parched soul found god's love wet in the grass and totally dried up by noon.
We pushed her buttons and vengeful clouds showed us just how dis-par-ate we are,
how being poor leaves children alone on the roof for a better view of our history's ugliest scars.Surrounded by rain that'd turned into muck, so many were left to be dead. And I really don't think they gave too much of a fuck, thinking of money and power instead.
I can't be mad at it's power, in fact I'm inspired by it's grace. Life changing water can not be avoided by love, death, or race.
-RM
I felt it drip from your hair through your toes without touching anything in between. Past our words, our glances and our touch.
For years it's gone hand in hand with ours and stood watch while we both stepped away.
I've gotten used to your soothing clash and angry lulliby. You are dependable.
Since I was born, your voice has been consistantly inconsistant. Tapping on my window with the grace of my fingers matching yours. Crashing on this grown man's forehead, demanding respect.
God's tears fell on the day my grandfather left, and somehow found a way down my face. My tears turned to anger and then came the thunder.
You filled the footprints left in the muddy ground around the coffin.
In love with the rain and the calm that it brought when my ego was battered and bruised
when this parched soul found god's love wet in the grass and totally dried up by noon.
We pushed her buttons and vengeful clouds showed us just how dis-par-ate we are,
how being poor leaves children alone on the roof for a better view of our history's ugliest scars.Surrounded by rain that'd turned into muck, so many were left to be dead. And I really don't think they gave too much of a fuck, thinking of money and power instead.
I can't be mad at it's power, in fact I'm inspired by it's grace. Life changing water can not be avoided by love, death, or race.
-RM