The Morning the Rain Falls

by Mike McTavish


This morning I am outside
In a cold rainy day
I don't know why
I didn't try to find shelter
It just seems that I
Like it here
I like the sound the rain makes
When it falls
I like the view
My sight is not clouded by walls
Maybe I like the smell the most
If all people could enjoy this
They couldn't help but boast
The taste is smooth and refreshing
And it's easy to breathe
If only wishing worked
I would ask this always
To keep the air with me
I like the feeling of
Serenity in this quiet
And I don't have to worry
About being a riot
Wind seems to come from all directions
As I write this down
It is going to be noisy soon
In this small town
It is early in the morning
The rain is still pouring
I'm still here
As I smell the air
But the town is waking
And I must go
Even though I'm leaving
I will always know
That as the sound of the rain is gone
You will explore the ways
To hear new things
To see the joys
That life brings
As I walk away
The town comes alive
I wish this wasn't
The final goodbye
But it is
And I can only hope
I will hear these sounds again
And watch as the rain falls
Onto my face
And I know
Nothing can take it's place



© June 2004 Mike McTavish



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