Win Peter Winters
Rain
The Rain it slowly comesThe rain it beats and drumsOn my roof and my window, calling to methunder it rattles and humsAs thousands of beating drumsDeafening, shattering, clattering, toppling treesThis voice it rings like a bellWhere it comes from I can’t tellCoaxing me out to, coaxing me out to the sea.Outside the rain stings my faceFor the rain has come to eraseThe rain is coming to claim meNight it swallows wholeFrom innocent hands it stoleCarried off in the distance above the treesI gather up all of my strengthAnd strip off my clothes at the bankAs I cast myself out to the seaHer voice still clear in my mindMy heart it starts to unwind thrashing and churning my part with the sea
From Letras Mania