Rain

A white veil drifts
Over the bright noon sun
Cloaking radiance
In a misty haze

Grey clouds envelop
the snow clothed hills
Chorus of darting birds
Surge the firmament

A gust of wind
Shivers the leaves
Flowers rain petals
On a quiet cue

Time pauses
Blades of grass whir
Chilly air rustles
On the uproar of thunder

Drop after drop
Marking season
Pearls trickle down
on the abiding earth

The rhythmic drip
Stirs the music of my soul
Bursting into tunes
Of nameless feelings

My lonely heart sets asail
Colourful paperboats
Laden with dreams to
Where the tides of rapture flow

Rain moves me like, every other beautiful aspect of nature and i try to pen down the words that come to mind.