The Power of Rain

The Power of Rain
by Maryam Nayeb Yazdi
24-Oct-2010
 

 

 

The Power of Rain

The rain stopped falling and it left behind an omniscient mist so thick it was seen swaying unreservedly low in the sky contrasting with the autumn leaves of rich reds and oranges that controlled attention and accepted the commands of a season’s wind able to remain still and still move enough to bring the cold chill. 

The afternoon was taken captive by a lingering dew that caused the newly nourished green grass to settle more in its natural course. 


In that same place a person stood on the stone walkway to watch life change,
not knowing how to express sadness when immersed in nature's strength and beauty. 
And so inner pain moved to its own rhythm, 
uncomfortably brewing more tears.

 

A sigh was let out to acknowledge the subconscious, 
a breath was taken to embrace mortality, 
a smile was given to maintain belief in reason,  
and hot tears gathered rapidly and fell onto flushed cheeks,
only to dry and vanish in the air. 

 

The thin rays from the sun poked out sharply and teased with light, 
but the real warmth was hidden behind the gathered clouds turned a dark grey
while shifting&colliding in a moment not noticed. 

 

The rain left, promising to return another day,
without a reason given or a promise made. 

 

- Maryam Nayeb Yazdi 

 

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