The Start of Rain

She said she liked the way the first drops

cut through the still water,

shattered the reflection,

fractured the perfection,

created glass fragments

that looked like mosaic faces-

broken but still beautiful.


Broken but still beautiful,

she existed in earthly shades,

compared the way her color fades

to the way the sky would change

from red to grey-

the sunset turned to rain.


The sunset turned to rain,

washed away her pain,

drop after drop

picturesque skies

shift her thoughts

to where melancholy lies-

bitter but sweet,

sweet sweet defeat.


Until her feelings were devoured

the storm turned soil to flowers

she would stand there for hours-

beautiful, insane,

in the rain.

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