It's just the scenery out our front window
the pine tree swaying in the wind
and the morning sun is rising
let the day begin.
With the stories I've been living
I guess you can say I lived a life
and the cold rain brings a storm
it arrived without announcing itself
with a flash of lightning it was born.
Is it an ending or beginning
what is certain is hard to say
and I guess we are only living
in the feeble moments of each day.
I can't even pretend that I remember
when I opened up that door
and now outside the hail is beginning
in the belly of a wind that roars
with a gust of ice it was born.
Today I just sit here watching
with my coffee I measure the rain
that on the ground is rapidly beating
how I do appreciate a good storm.
It's just a moment and it is precious
how I wish it would never end
it's like forever beginning
the comfort of the rain that pours
with the morning it was born.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on March 08, 2019:
An enjoyable poem. I love to sit and drink coffee while listening to and watching the rain.