Rain July 2012

Faltering, but unending raindrops
Like knives cutting the air.
Pieces of thread that lead to the earth
Must end somewhere.

It's like dew on the grass
of a new spring morn
And little clear trinkets
that the leaves have worn.

A small raindrop,
Like a tear on a flower,
The hail that can come
and with it the power.

The feeling on your skin
when it's warm outside.
Like a hug from the ocean
in the midst of the tide.

Rain, oh how I love the rain,
It just erases all of the pain.

                 P. Contreras