When the Rain Comes Down

• Posted by: Bryn Montgomery
• Created: January 5, 2015
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It's a curious time when the rain comes down
People scurrying to stay inside
Away from the cold and the eventual wet
Only cars drift along the roads
That wash away the remnants of the sky
But why do we hide away from something
We have become attached to?
A population moving closer to each residing coast
Hearing the harbors of boats
Drifting goods and oil
The body is a majority of the same
Confined in water's delicacy helping to guide flow
While forcing our hand in consumption
However when the rain falls
We hide, we hide, and stare
Looking at the rain as evil
Coming to ruin our day of pleasure
When good tidings lay away
Under the cloudiness 
But nevertheless holds us tight
Within the comforts of human indulgence
Blankets or warm cocoa
Or perhaps the nonchalant laziness that comes 
When the rain continues to fall
I wonder where everyone went
As this precious elixir
Soothes the earth
Cleaning its skin
Like the showers we endure each day
To cleanse ourselves
We lose sight of the function we sit upon
The normality to cleanse and purify
A human association in this world can be seen
Consequentially the disconnect is our ignorance.
 

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