Drip, drop of rain
Falling down
Rushing thru the drain
Life is sometimes like
Falling rain
A mediocre time turned
To all desired, wanted
Coming down like rain.
Once again
Listen
To the drip, drop
Of quiet summer rain.
Feel it’s vibrance change
The ordinary
To a spectacular refrain
This I know
As I listen to that rain
You’ll never ever
Ever be the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Drip, drip of falling rain
Settles deep down the drain.
Is my life like that rain?
Have I flushed myself away?
Can I grasp strands of grace, gratitude
Interspersed with love
Pulling up myself to stay
in a world not only to survive
But live a life
Where I don’t want to die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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