Corrugated Plane

Everyday the sound of rain on corrugated rooftops,
and yet, I still love the rain.
What calm it brings to the busy streets outside my window,
Drowning out unpleasant static sounds with a natural rhythmic roll.
What coolness it brings on the air to a humid islands
washing away clutter of the day.

Everyday the sound of rain on corrugated rooftops,
and yet, much hate for the rain.
What endless pounding, thick, heavy rain
How dreaded are the stranded masses pleading to find their way
what tragedy it brings to the lowlands
Flooding away the city of the day

A sickness to break in comfortability
drive away the pain
Desperate to find the beauty
before my time is made

Still, Hope from what destruction
unity for pain
Rising in creation
Living in spell with the rain

September 2008