Rain Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Rain



Rain
How easy rain fall by its own weight
On a landscape that needs it.

It is October and the sky is lead grey
For too long it was uniformly blue.

I walk to the shops and enjoy the sound
Rain makes falling softly on my umbrella.

A forgotten lullaby remembered a song
Without words just a hush of tenderness.

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