Wishing Leaves

    Come Rain Come

    2005

    Come, rain, come!
    Swirl with the mists of intrigue
    Like the ethereal wisp of whistles
    Shrouded with mystery
    And enchanting

    Come, rain, come!
    Patter with the kiss of butterflies
    Like the gentle blend of voices
    Infused with salve
    And healing

    Come, rain, come!
    Fall with the gift of life
    Like the soothing tap of marimbas
    Blended with tonic
    And quenching

    Come, rain, come!
    Pour with the pulse of ages
    Like the rhythmic beat of drums
    Stirred with emotion
    And invigorating

    Come, rain, come!
    Storm with the cry of battle
    Like the mighty clash of cymbals
    Consumed with passion
    And transforming

    Come, rain, come!
    Arch with the bow of promise
    Like the haunting wail of saxophones
    Imbued with colour
    And inspiring

    — Wayne Visser