Rain

The wind blew
Clouds gathered
And it rained.
Slow, long, dreamy
As the train.
It hushes, spoke up,
At intervals as a friend
The echo on the leaves
And roof? a yearly trend
O rain
Don?t fiend,
But blend
Natures Eden
The sun cruising,
And struggling
In the sky,
Ravishing underneath
An Eagle fly
A paradox that exists,
Betwixt live and die
Constantly reminding me
Of a cast die

O sun
Smile like a son
Whose life is on
Never it?ll burn
On you o tree
Receive the drops so free
Your roots thick and deep
Branches lofty and majestic
To the climbers so small
Receive too and build their wall
The sun?s ray shows its spark
Clouds covering the teardrops
Of the strong blue sky
O lu lu green

(c) Cleopas Gagman