The Rains Sang Poem by Joze Mat

With every touch of the rain drops
Onto the bare the grounds
I hear a chorus
Re-echo in my minds

I am reminded of the days gone by
When under the rains,
we did find joy
The days when we could be just us
Clothes off,
Playing mindlessly. Stomping the collected waters.
Shouting on top of our innocent voices.
The days,
When cuddles were not an option
When the rains sang

When the rains sang
We'd love to sit by the windows
And watch every drop
Dig it's path into the ground
Some would say Jesus is crying
As we looked in then while laughing
Atleast Sunday school at taught us better!

©JozeMat