.3 the rain
By cigarettes and scribbles
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The rain it pours drip by drip, drop by drop.
Grey cloud covers the sky.
A blanket, soiled and glum.
The earth it feeds, be it full now as puddles form,
deeper and deeper.
The rain ceasing to stop, droplets all the larger.
Drip by drop, drop by drop.
Animals, birds and bees
even humans hidden in trees, their homes.
Watching and waiting as the rain pours- drip by drip, drop by drop.
The din of the rain as it hits the surface, the puddles, the roof,
Quiet and silent,
cold and wet, yet dry and warm are our hearts.
Soon the clouds will fade, bringing with them the rain drops
as they will cease to drip, drop.
Revealing the sun, rays so bright, shining through.
Dessert to the plants, the green the bright.
Drying the puddles and filling the street with smiles
equally as bright.
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Hi matthewenglish16. This
Hi matthewenglish16. This poem has a real sense of waiting, watching and listening. You have created an atmosphere for the reader to share. Well written.
Parson Thru
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