Hidden Magic

When those first drops of rain hit the windowpane,
Making me forget about trudging through the desert
Alone. The lushness is something magical like a chain

That has been broken. Eyes that forget to look alert
And when I close them I can just feel that extra spark
I have not felt in a long time. The pain and feeling hurt

Slowly fades into nothingness, turning away from dark
Shadows. Why should I question something that is real?
It is like hearing the soft song of every dove and lark

After hearing nothing but silence. It is like when I kneel
Down and after searching for those answers they come
To me like the dawn after a murky stormy night. My zeal

And every belief comes rushing back, alive. Feeling numb
And sick to my stomach fades away like casting a spell.
The extra jolt of energy is there like a steady-paced thrum.