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Silent Symphonies

There is something contemplative about rain-clouds

Dark and solemn they rest on an invisible hierarchy

Though visible by day, at night they merge

Into the everlasting vastness of a deeper universe.


With flash and rumble they stand

Nature’s band, a cellist’s thrumming melody

Yet, more beautiful are the silent symphonies

The wild and vibrant heart of an elemental orchestra.


It howls, it whips, it builds, it strikes

The playful wind that heralds it’s path

Neither wisp of cloud nor tumbling bush

Remain where they were at journey’s start.


For all its loud, wide bluster though

The first raindrop but gently falls

It’s silence a contrast against the sound and show

Though it’s siblings follow with clamoring calls.


‘Tween cloud and earth these raindrops fall

Each seeded from the vast gray above

Those silent Masters of the Skies

Give generously where’er manan would.


© Ruth P. – 2016

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