Rain in the night

Rain in the night


Raindrops play
at the window
like wild drummers.
The rhythm
stirs my senses
bidding for admission
into my mind,
busy with chatter
and clatter.
Magnetized I let
the sound
expand
within my heart
turning into a
tambourine.

Drawn to explore
my core
I sink into my center
where there is only
this sound of the rain
meeting my breath.
Laughter and tears
joy and sorrow
right and wrong
dance hand in hand
through the night
at the rhythm
of the rain.
And gold is filtered out
by the countless
rivulets
of tears.

And then I step
out of myself
merging with the night
merging with the rain
following the
throbbing invitation
to travel along
the sound waves
of my soul ...
to meet you.

Now
I am the night
I am the light
I am the rain
I touch the infinite
within the sound
of my breath
mingled with
the drumming
drops of rain.
What a gift
this night
this rain
this peace of mind
this tune of love
this sacred essence
... of you.



Love,
Margherita

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Spring is here and we have a lot of rain in the night which all the plants and trees need at the moment to help them grow and bloom.

Thank you Vicky for bringing back this beautiful poem. And we do need some rain now to help things grow. It did rain last night.

Thank you girls for bringing back this beautiful poem. And here we have had quit a bit of rain in the night.