Soul Rain

Nothing poetic today.
But everything always seem to have a poetic tint to it...doesn't it.
Today it's raining, the rain pouring down hard against the ground.
More than a billion raindrops, together to make the sound of a million footsteps. The sound of million footsteps that seem to echo in the air.

There was an old saying, that I had once heard about the rain.
Yet that memory starts to fade...doesn't it.
"When it rains, the rain washes away your sins."
The rain washes much more than your sins, it blurs your past, erodes your memories and cleans your soul.
I walk through the rain.
Your footsteps drowned out by the the other million footsteps. The rain washes away everything.

When the rain falls, it calms me, soothes me.
When the rain falls, it quiets me, and stirs me.

When the rain fall, and the raindrops touch the ground, it begins
An odd way to End to something that was not meant to be poetic...isn't it!

About today's blog: I thought that today, since it is actually raining outside, to try and write out a poem. Now to be honest I have not written a poem since my Senior year of High School. I normally just wrote poems to show off in a competitive way for a couple of my classmates in English Lit who took poem writing seriously. By how long it took me to crank this one out, I can see that I still have some lingering rust on my writing ability. As for the picture, I did not take that picture, I Googled it and the perfect picture was there waiting to be used. [picture source: Violent Rains].


until next time,