Rain pelts against the window,
drops slide down the panes.
It beats upon the rooftop,
soft and gentle then heavy then
soft and gentle that steady rhythm unbroken.
The pavement is rain slicked and puddles form.
Sodden leaves clump in the gutter.
Parched grass and flowers gulp the water,
so very thirsty after a long dry season.
Drought visited this summer, rain scarce.
When will rain fall again?
The forecast is another rainy day ahead.
This poem came flowing out, unexpected but welcome, like the rain that continues. Hearing the rain, got the book I'm currently reading and began getting comfortable, but...the above poem started...so much for the reading! perhaps some of the reference to the rain inspiring the poem?
It is a first draft so subject to further changes. Feedback welcome!
#poetry
#Sunday
#rain
#first draft
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