The following is a poem I wrote tonight (Jan. 4) at PomonaCrusade's local hangout on Thursday nights, a place simply known as "Coffee" (yes, it's a coffee shop, and way better than Charbuck's...); and on a further note, most of the poems I post here could probably be turned into songs, but I have no music for them, like I said before...
"Rain"
by Neil Mullins
Rain...
Sweet, innocent rain...
They say grace falls down like it
Oh, rain...
Rain...
Falling down on everyone
Those who deserve it and those who don't
Oh, rain...
Fall down on me!
Soak me through to the core!
Of my innermost being, my soul
For I have grown weary of this drought
Here on the floor... of this wilderness
Oh, rain, rain, rain...
The sweet smell of that which takes away my pain...
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