Rain

I’m happy when it rains,
It purifies the land and my soul,
It is the never ending chore of nature,
.
In the yard, raindrops splash the ballet,
As they explode on puddled stage,
While on hillsides streams are forming,
Quickening to merge at the river with thunderous roar.
.
Rocks tumble, clash and tear at the valley floor,
As they are ushered to the sea,
To be displayed there at the ebb,
Like a mighty army.

Trow – 12/02/2013

2 Responses

  1. Lovely homage to a simple and significant outcomes of a natural event.Vivid imagery and excellent phrasing. Well done.

  2. Some poems – maybe all poems – but this poem, in particular, just beg to be voiced. It’s wonderful to hear … like rain dropping through the leaves onto the earth.

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