The silver music of the rain
Woke me up late at night.
The lantern filled my room with light.
Behind the window
Bunches of rowanberry
Seemed black and somber
Under the open sky.
On every thrilling branch
The dazzling white diamonds
Reflected in dark puddles
Like sparkling bouquets
Woven by the rain
On the black velvet of the night.
That music lured me
To leave my dreams
And follow the rain.
It prayed,
Cried with the wind,
Soared up to the sky
Trickled down the glass,
Spurred me on to open the window.
And guided by the rain
I let my feelings flow
Like a river
To watch the ships
Sailing overhead
With masts holding the sky,
Bringing illusions into reality
For the soul’s world is a canvas
To paint on
And feel the melody
Under your brush,
When the black and white are turned
Into the endless rainbow of feelings
Playing with music
In harmony with the whole nature…
Reflections in the Rain
© Copyright: Ларина Екатерина, 2004
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