Is My Boon

The stormy mid day blues,
got me randomly thinking of the moon,
this Sunday, will I get a boon?

there’s always fun in the rain
the one that immerses as one in that moment
becoming one with the element

often there’s the randomness
ever so often there is a calming rumble of the thunder
sensing the soul beyond yonder

letting the mind to be awoken
the sweet petals of roses with the pearly raindrops
the nature can be ever so soft

and the sun shines through
diffracted by the drops into the beautiful colours
into a path for a unicorn

galloping gallantly over the rainbow
breaking past the sorrows of the darkest night
into the light of happiness tonight

colours that shed the light
for a beauty with a taste for the painful ink
for it’s the pleasure of art

we all have a story
that’s sometimes told on our beautiful bodies,
with no pain, there’s no gain

the cool drops of rain,
over my skin taking away all my coloured pain
all that ink, is my boon!