Rains...Thoughts...and a coffee cup.....

It is raining outside...

Tisn't the blinding downpour

That momentarily sequesters time

Into a blurred , overexposed reel

Sandwiched between two frames of coherence.

Tis rather a restrained lullaby....

Soaking and dripping through the dry soil,

And percolating right into the heart.

Smells of the coy,virgin earth secretly eloping

With the heroic gallance of the reckless winds.

Lingering just long enough to be felt

And then dissolving and melting into dreams....

Dreams that adorn a painter's palette

Right on the edge of the paintbrush

Smudged, overlapped, merged and disjoint

Losing identity to gain a whole new meaning...

Falling drops that gently remind

Of simmering love and shimmering hope,

As the Prince continues his desperate search

For the blue-eyed girl in little glass slippers....

And thoughts get brewed on the coffee froth

As time decides to ponder.

The frosty pane relates a million tales

Through the fingertips of a dreamlost child....

The gloominess outside inspires

A moment to pause, an eternity to feel

As tears of metal dissolves the rouge

Revealing the hideous gash hidden within...

But they say the rain cleanses everything away

And forget we must and we will

Coz there's currents ahead for the sailing paper boat

And a helping hand is what it needs.....