Eyes in the sky fall down on me
but feel so soft and gentle
on my skin.
The tapping noise on the roof
makes me sleep an endless dream,
that I hope from not to wake.
 
I see it not as water to shelter from
but a rhythmic pattern in the sky.
 
From the mountains,
To the rivers,
To the sea.
The end of a dance only to happen again. RAIN
 
Eyes in the sky fall down on me
but feel so soft and gentle
on my skin.
The tapping noise on the roof
makes me sleep an endless dream,
that I hope from not to wake.
 
I see it not as water to shelter from
but a rhythmic pattern in the sky.
 
From the mountains,
To the rivers,
To the sea.
The end of a dance only to happen again.


by Laura