The Rainsong
The titter of rain fell upon the roof like the steady chant
of a drum,
A rhythm only known in Nature’s orchestra
Like a lute or harp the drips pluck the blooming branches of
the young canopy,
Dripping into melodic memories as they steep into the Earth
The distant drum of thunder sounds in the distance
I soak in the sounds of spring just outside of my window and
smile
With eyes closed I drink in the scents and sounds,
Filling a void in my heart
I become lost in the music, lost in a trance,
A guest in my own mind
The rainsong took me then, took me deeper into my dreams
I followed each tit and each tat that sounded on the rooftop
I became a note, a tear in the clouds
And like a tear I fell
Though the sky I flew, a raindrop in freefall;
Though the trees I fell, an ephemeral teardrop
On the roof I fell and spilled into beads,
Slipping away down the slope
To meet the soft, wet ground
Without a sound I kissed the Earth
And became whole again
The distant drum of thunder woke me from my dream
I wiped my eyes awake again and listened for the rain
The clouds had gone, the storm was free
I went outside and breathed in the heavy scents of the wet
Earth
The rainsong was over,
And a rainbow watched over the land in its wake
Like a silent bridge in the footnotes of the song
A bridge between reality and dreams
A bridge leading home
A bridge to heaven
- Piper
Quinn
