Wednesday, March 28, 2012


The rain wasn't racing up against the windows,
nor was it a wandering rain
that went aimlessly here and there
across the prospering spring countryside.
It was a rain that remembered
how the universe continues to design itself,
slowly and harmoniously and everlastingly.
The raindrops sang an undisturbed song
as they descended on the darkness
that is sometimes the human race,
and he didn't think the darkness minded.
There was music in his heart
as he heard, with his students,
the tunefulness of this latest storm
in the endless and flourishing history of rain.

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