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|After the Rain (standard:poetry, 457 words)|
|Author: Icarus||Added: May 28 2005||Views/Reads: 1873/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A reflective poem about the rain, the symbolic purification of the world, the soul with metaphorical references.|
After the Rain I woke up to the sweet sound of the pouring rain, The horizon was dark and the morning soft, The chill in the air was as thrilling as a cold summer bath, A new day was born, someday, somewhere, someway. The sun was a halo in the indeterminate east, The sky was amber, then a shade blue, The river rippled away in a newfound glory, Singing the welcome song for the long-forgotten visitor. Little drops splashed on leaves, waking them to an incredulous shock; The weary dried leaves sighed in relief, that life would continue in rich splendour; The fading yellow grass weaved gently, hypnotically in the wind; Scarely believing a hard day's end. The crickets chirped their protest to the new phenomenon, The slithery slippery life in the bowels of life ventured out, In style, expectant and relishing a new adventure; Dead leaves finally got nirvana, as they were washed, and absolved from life. The winds ripped through the landscape like a giant, invisible scythe Cutting through the thirst and yearning of the world for a few drops The dark fearsome clouds belched sparks and showered gifts Of overpowering showers that ripped through the land with a rumble And then the heavens stopped the gift, now giving something more The sweet afterglow after the rain, sweeter than the elixir of life Everywhere, life was springing out again, shaking off hard times As game as ever, not to give in, but to continue to the last. I walked out to the chilling air heralding the return of good times I closed my eyes to the damp, green, flush beauty of life I opened my lips to the sweet taste of the rain I opened my heart to the spirit of life. 'Tis one of life's greatest ironies that goodness can never last long But open your heart and mind to it, while it lasts Let it pervade through you, Let it seep through every vein, every sinew, flesh and blood Remember every detail of the moment, inhale every smell of paradise Run your greedy eyes over the thriving world, drink its pleasure Seek every little impulse that gives pleasure, treasure it For it is your life, part of you, part of the world, part of life itself When it is over, as it invariably will be, be patient Wait for it to come again, for come it will Let the memory of good times keep you from losing hope Let the good times fade away, for if they don't, life ceases to be a gift. There can be no goodness without evil There can be no gift without inconstancy There can be no pleasure without goodness There can be no life without hope. --Icarus Tweet
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