Rain's Magic

Listen in, to the hum
Of the soft winds
Sweeping across barren land
Carrying rain
Like a secret that belongs
To the mountain tops.

The fire crackles softly
As her embers
Choose to raise to meet their
Death mid air.

Thunders roar madly
At the sight of the tearing skies
In an attempt
To reclaim their voice
Before lightning strikes.

The earth drinks in
A wet silence
Taking in the rhythmic pounding
And the weight of
Hurried panicked feet
Rushing home.

Boots fight the mud
As soaked fabrics cling onto
The drenched skin
Drawing heat from within.

Tired bones seek rest
Between warm cozy bedclothes
Whilst the beat
Tapping musically on the roof
Soothes a fatigued soul.

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