That Same Old Peaceful Rain Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

I love only peaceful rain and peaceful rain loves only me

It Kisses me at autumn and cries descending tears upon me at winter

It yells and bellows on me at summer

And laughs at me at fall when the leaves fall over me

On spring it Smiles at me a scent of love as if to grasp me in it's arms full of pollen

And every season I relay back with a neutral appearance for if it reveals itself to me through the seasons surely I will hide from you

And finally peaceful rain speaks to me when I sleep under the cut down Buddha tree

But all I hear though I clasp my ears in deafness are cries of the blue sky and screams of the sun's raving rays as they burn out my heart to ashes turning the night black

And in my dazed state all I really see is.................................................................................

PEACFUL RAIN...