Waiting for the Rain
Waiting for the Rain to Fall I am waiting for the rain to fall. It is late at night and there is a breeze, That whistles by and rustles the trees. Leaves fall and bounce off the white wall. The skies are without stars tonight. The Moon has hidden her face behind the clouds. The night skies are dark with a billion shrouds. Not a planet or a star is willing to shine tonight. The smell of the rain is carried in the breeze. The hermit sits like a child waiting for the rainfall. He has entered a state of zen and now he sees it all. There is a balance between life that moves with ease. There is a silent whisper in the cool summer breeze. Tiny droplets of water fall on leaves and on silent roads. Within a few minutes there are well windows and boards. The rain has started blessing the earth and does not cease.