The Faces of Rain

The tale of a complete motion

The Faces of Rain

Written by: Kaleb G.Berry

A stare at the mountains,

A ballet on the stage,

The moment erupts in a silent rage.

Uncover the seldom sheets, from those eyes,

They seem to burnish more in a passion of a redundant surprise,

Flip over the weight that bears you down,

Tear along the wall that bleak all men to swear,

The talent is showing, flowing in treasured motion.

One thousand feet from the sky that falls at the speed of light.

The rain comes, sounding more pleasant than fright.

The erosion that the ground covers takes over the quaking land.

I hear People profound a beauty in so prosperous in sand.

The fog clears into a six color figure that, smiles with man.

It ends there with one last tear,

The shower is over with a million cases of soul and power.

The streets are ran by gods of time and makers of decisions,

The map of blue prints scattered along the eerie glass,

Everyone standing, and counting the waves that crashed upon the face of the earth,

The child makes the football fields dizzy and empty weighing down the cold road,

Everyone seen the face of rain today, the night chill and the abundant summers,

Time to disappear back into the clouds to turn the cycle completely around,

One more dance,

One last sound.

Reviews

[Ruth]

We have to turn the circle full pelt at times, this is all cleansing and amazing work love! Truly a dance through many elements within! xx

[Coyote Poetry]

"The streets are ran by goods of time and makers of decisions,
The map of blue prints scattered along the eerie glass,"
A amazing poem. So many lines stood out. I like the many strong descriptions and examples of rain in the poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote