The dance of the rain

 

I am comforted by the four walls,

a roof and the fire.

The bay window frames the perfect view for

the dance of the rain.

 

Like in any performance the

mizzle lightly drips

building momentum it gathers speed

becoming a shower.

 

With no further indications

the heavens open

rainfall uncontrollable as it downpours

from the clouds.

 

It bounces from the tarmac so hard

it dances as it rises.

ferocious in pace and downpour it

batters the window too.

 

I know of the damage and havoc

heavy rainfall causes

bursting water banks and floods

it helps me.

 

I embrace the power of the sound

of the rain which soothes

helping my body and mind relax

becoming stress free.

 

Like in any performance the

rain becomes a mizzle

falling as lightly as it first did

coming to a halt.