Rain

A poem scribed during a storm 3 years ago.

Rain washes away the decay of life,
the ever growing fungus feeding off the branches of possibility.
It cleanses and the mind and eradicates the memories,
that we as oblivious beings, wish to neglect.

Reviews

[roarke]

Rain, the omnipresent metaphor.
decay of life and fungus feeding off the branches of possibility, cool stuff.

[Nobody.]

yep. good stuff.
cheers!

[Stacey]

This is a beautiful expression of how cleansing the rain can be. To step outside and stand in it is an amazing....walking in the rain, singing in the rain. Your tears tend to blend in the rain, so it can be a mask of sorts. Wonderful write!

[AchingAlexandra]

I enjoyed reading that.
It was simple, and amazing.

[cfix]

I really enjoy this piece, i can feel lonliness and sadness in this also a sense of lovliness exist as well. This is wonderful.