It Was Raining Last Night. Poem by Tajudeen Shah
It Was Raining Last Night.
I sit gazing at the bruised branches
Of trees that wall my humble thatch.
Leaves dead and green lament over
The tender mango sprouts, who
Challenged the wild summer rain;
A spill of pale cake granules.
Pale hairy roots of young trees,
A shattered sparrow’s nest,
The stooping branch of a guava,
Fruits-laden, all reminder specimens! .
Blessed basil leaves bear tiny
Silver pearls, clean and pure;
Proclamation of a nocturnal rain
That sets the morn’s golden glory.
Great, a wordsworthian style.... And u know it was raining last night with thunderstorms and today's morn is cold, quiet and fresh as u versed in ur poem.
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4/23/2024 3:18:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The night's rain that washed the leaves into sparkling green and the tiny silver pearls on the blades of leaves and grass proclaiming the golden glory of the morning- all give a fresh, clean and cool start to another day of new promises and challenges! A beautiful poem.... so soothing! A 10 for this sweet write! !