Treasure Island

Marilyn Shepperson

(4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

After the rain


When the sun shines again
After a heavy shower of rain
And through the open window
You breathe in the freshly washed air
Birds once more trill in the trees
Everything begins the process of drying
But just right now, you can see clearly
It's still too wet to go out.

Submitted: Monday, September 25, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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  • Raul Castelan (6/7/2007 7:33:00 PM)

    Very descriptive in this poem of yours. I like the stanza of waiting for the water to dry some more. Rain does fall and do that sometimes. It makes the person wonder what is going on up in the skies. SPLENDID JOB! ! ! (Report) Reply

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