Summer shower

A patter awakes me, I rush to the sight,
Millions of love drops descend ere night,
Monochrome skies now show a thousand hues,
Of God’s work or His palette, for  better works to choose.

The hour of magic has descended, beauty no more cowers,
Drenched walls now coyly bear love marks from His showers,
Indolent trees sway in dance, and follow fields of crops,
Insolent winds, now gentle, hold and caress treetops.

Soil; it found love first,when showers swung by,
Mellow perfumes it lilts now, as sweet alibi,
Flowers glow in envy, look skyward with unease,
Droplets fall on petal lips; an attempt to appease.

With memories that hearts, may in rain only see,
At a distant patio, a heart dances in glee,
Tyrant rain gods; they play no fair game,
As another heart writhes, in memories of a name.

Slowly the light falls, the romance is still,
Melodies of trickles, will pauses now fill,
Winds swing by once more, with promises to keep,
Stroking earth’s forehead, into somnambulant sleep.

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Reboot

Today the world looks uglier than before,
Pleasant,it seems has walked out the door,
When your faith must walk on a tightrope,
You fall into despair or cross onto hope.

Each day a new thorn gets strewn in your way,
Yet knowing how yesterday gave way to this day,
Pursed lips, grit jaw and a brow furrowed,
We tread the paths fate hath bestowed.

The realm of pain, unbound and replete,
Blots out hope, timid and discreet,
What then must the heart seek knowing fully well,
No force will counter, that pain will not quell.

Time has come now, to empty your hearts,
For new born love and new found starts,
The past be torched, cruelly yet just,
And love will arise from the mound of dust.

Make strides on new paths, on thorns anew,
New pangs of old pain will seem like few,
Cry not in pain, but let out a hoot,
See life as you know it, and then reboot!

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"To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path."

-Kahlil Gibran

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