by Donna R. (Cole) Carter, copyrighted, 1989, all rights reserved
It's raining on the beach.
The beautiful palm trees
bend beneath the
whipping gales of wind.
It's raining on the beach.
The coastal waters rise
ready to cover the unwary.
The rhythm of the tide
pounds a message winds will carry.
It's raining on the beach.
Seashells are pummeled
to the sand.
The crabs are hiding in the rocks
the rocks uphold a staying hand.
It's raining on the beach.
The sky cries for a young girls' dream:
The shattered dream she calls her own
The one she fears she'll never reach.
It's raining on the beach.
The sun has set without ado
the tide has risen,
crabs have run,
shells are buried,
The girl has none.
"It's raining on the beach,"
The pounding tide doth roar,
"Keep your dreams to yourself,
I don't want them anymore!"
It's raining on the beach.
She stands beneath the palm
it bends and quivers
groans and quakes,
yet through the storm, she's calm
It's raining on the beach,
she opens hurting eyes
but dreams are dreams:
Reality
should come as no surprise.
It's raining on the beach
and though she is dismayed,
She turns and walks
drenched by a shower
of raindrops on parade...
It's rainin on the beach,
perhaps now she can cry...
Though tears won't fall
from her cold eyes
they gush out of the sky.
It's raining on the beach.
She's jealous of the rain
it pours out feelings endlessly
If she could but begin.
It's raining on the beach.
Let her feel the waves,
perhaps a beach
after the storm
is more the dream she craves.
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