There s Music in the Rain

There’s Music in the Rain

When all the Trees

Start whispering with Leaves about its sooner Coming…

There’s Music in the Rain

When Blow of Wind

Will bring a Spell of Freshness from afar..

There’s Music in the Rain

For those several scarce Drops,

When Nature falls in Silence, - hear them falling…

There’s Music in the Rain

When Heaven’s Water’s troubled on the Road by Car…



There’s Music in the Rain

With growing Pools and Puddles

In Crystal Sound of exploding Water Bubbles here and there…

There’s Music in the Rain

When you’re amazed with seeing an upside-down Your Double,

Being brave at Stroll through wet and, seemingly, unfriendly Air…


There’s Music in the Rain

When Drops, like Tears, are desperately falling down

And running through, in Rivulets, your Windowpane, like Face…

When Comfort of Indoor in Stillness seems like tiny fragile Spawn

Before the Streams of Water’s overwhelming, rattling Pace…



There’s Music in the Rain

When bursting in Sun Shower,

The Sky is offering you Rainbow on its Edge!

And gazing on, admiringly, you realize - You have no Power..

To, just, imprint Divine, Escaping Moment with the Help of any Camera to fetch…



There’s music in the Rain

On dizzy Days of Autumn

When its monotonous grey Shroud is gaining Power over Soul..

And you become like Violin among the Others of a Misty Orchestra

To be touched with a Bow on Strings of Inmost, messaging Your Call…



There’s Music in the Rain

The sooner is the Winter’s Coming

When Nature’s craving for the latest Gulp of Rain

In fit of Next Year Aspirations’ Coming

It willingly accepts regardless Leaf fall’s Pain…

There’s Music in the Rain

However muddy is the Closing Season

Deep underneath the Snowy Perfect Crust

The Land will live on, fed with Water of the Seasons,

Enchanted by the Score of Symphony of Rain She’d ever Trust…



Thus, there is Music in the Rain, My Dear Reader!

However guilty is the Rain in Life of Yours..

And there is, backwards - Rain in Music..

While you hear It - the Latter beads, for sure, Your World uncloaked

And then, your Soul is lingering with You, being blissful,

Forever Watermarked with Joy and Fully Soaked!


Eventually, does it really matter:

There’s Music in the Rain…

Or Rain in Music…

If a person’s ……?


27.11.2011