When the Clouds Fall as Rain

When the clouds fall as rain,

I see the day differently.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I pretend I can fly through
the fast falling raindrops and ask
“Why?”.

When the clouds fall as rain,

I think I know all the answers to every question.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I think I can create all solutions.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I see the day differently.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I remember what it is that clouds do.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I remember that they are spongy nomads.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I try to imagine what it’d be like to live in the sky.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I picture what the ground looks like from so high up.
What do the Earth’s people look like?
I bet pilots know what it’s like!

When the clouds fall as rain,
I realize that clouds have to watch us down here.
They have to watch us run errands, and pay bills.
They have to watch us dress up and pretend.
They have to watch us make mistakes and commit to jobs
that make up frown.
They have to watch us lose our loved ones, and cry.
They have to watch us fight for justice between each other,
and they have to watch us fall as civilizations.

 And even though they get to watch us do some happy things,
like pick flowers in the spring, and break bread with high hopes and smile,
they still have to watch us grow old.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I think of what it must be like to befriend the view of creatures like us,
day in and day out, inhabiting this unfathomable, beautiful place
without any proper care for any of it.

On days like this, when the clouds fall as rain,
I smile bright so to say thank you to our forgotten friends in the sky
who only want to watch happiness but instead only absorb our sorrow.

So, on the next day that the clouds fall as rain remember they are only
trying to wash away all of our frowns to make way for happy, happy smiles!

‘When the Clouds Fall as Rain’ Vannathan Hugh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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Laura’s Simplicity Edifies

Laura,

” There’s a suit case.

One that holds samples of tid-bits

of memories

and of adventures of one’s life.

“Set it aside.”

the smile in your eyes tells me,

“dive into the pureness of life’s breathing laughter.. and smile.”

There are tracks,

consisting of those melodies that match

to explain the sounds of nature,

in which is our home,

and how we find the truths

behind why we’ve been allowed access to such a beautiful place.

We are human.

Oh, we.

humans.

Humans are we.

All.

All.. living,

with breath in our lungs..

we survive.

Love,

sweet tender happiness in our voice.

I beg..

never vanish.

Will you?

Oblivion.

You’re a thief!

Our voices fly through our times,

and you care less.

Capture,

Oh Spirit,

the beauty we convey.

Hold it tight to the purpose,

and never let loose our secrets.

Live under your skin with the truth of things.

Listen to knowledge.

Hear his wisdom.

Then,

tell of his journeys to every ear which will welcome your voice.

Soften your words.

Speak clearly.

In harmony.

with love,

your keeper.  “

All of life coincides

With the light we wake. Like running into stone we run into the light.

This is how the truth in the air finds us and I love it.

If it takes stone in my eyes to show me knowledge

so I’ll have it.

Warm is learning on our teeth and lips.

Through these we spread ourselves.

 

Written on April 29th, 2011

Laura’s Simplicity breaths and I know Care Vannathan Light is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.