The rain orchestra
The sky opens its doors and allows us, To catch a glimpse at its splendor, thus, We take our chance and contemplate in awe, The once in a lifetime miracle that we saw. Despite its evanescent character, it somehow, Succeeds to leave a mark in its trace of how, Fleeting moments can last forever in our memory, As we rewrite over and over a never-ending story Of the wonder that transformed our perspectives, In an irreversible way, now becoming detectives, For the meaning of our own life; it can only be Found during our journey here and we'll be free; Released from the doom of the soul; Saved, Our redemption comes from within; Carved, With bare hands in emerald, our truth is sacred, Glowing eternally whereas the dimness is buried. Each raindrop holds a line of poetry and gently lands On the ground forming a raw poem between the sands. We struggle to read the letters and order the meaning attached, Yet they refuse to behave, thus the mystery remains untouched.


I really enjoyed how this poem!
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