Love The Rain Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Oh-h-h-h, if those blissful rainy days
would come
to wash away all the hot yesterdays
summer blasting from roofs, trees; plants.
Rain, drip dropping at first,
then pounding
with its fury
crashing on cars and streets
drowning the drains
blinding the motorists
delighting the photograhers and children
anybody not navigating in it
whipping the hell out of branches and trees
giving warning to cats and dogs
and even frogs if you please
bathing everything in water
washing away the blues
and the greens and reds too
all down the gutters, sidewalks, and lanes.
Ah-h-h-h-h, what a blessed relief;
a cleaned breath
of freshened air
to breathe in
before winter sets in.

God, how I do love the rain!