Rain

 

My pain, shrouded in rain,
is quieter as if it’s lulled
by waters’ messages inane
and by the gutter’s twitter dulled.
Wet pavements with their steady greyness
make honest efforts to convey
the sullen skies’ eternal greatness
but fail.
             Their attempt to sway
my sombre thoughts with their meagre
reflexion of celestial care
are vain, for my pain is bigger
than just excessively unfair
turns of the life’s course – the wheel
of time crushes my perceptions
into some rubble, making stiff
my trust.
               I feel as if
by wild beasts my heart is mauled.
I gently wrap my raw grief
with tunes of this persisting rain
(as if forever it’s installed).
Its soothing streams appease my pain
and keep alive my belief.

2 September 2011

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RAIN poem written and read by Albina Kumirova
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbDfQfps3Xk