Rain

I could see the nimble swallows glide,
reaching pretty clouds that swirl and slide,
When they are tired and weary,
in my secret backyard they go to hide.

I could touch the whisper of the grass,
when the wind breathes,
the sombre murmur of the woods, the bending of trees,
the sound of leaves in the swaying breeze.

I could feel the rhythm grow,
the music that pours in the driving storm,
thinking heartfelt deeds that make one glow,
and lovely thoughts that keep one warm.

I could hear the lazing dull frogs sing,
a sad funny lullaby in between,
the angry bang of thunder once lightning moves,
the thrashing noise of rain on roofs.

I could reach far from where I’ve been,
further than the winding steady road that goes,
but I would rather leave my heart at home,
when the dear rain falls.

This poem is an excerpt from the book The World is a Dark and Lovely Place by Carol Meiyin