Rain Poem by S.C. Ouel
Rain
The raindrops dear,
So crisp and clear,
Sing now soft and slow.
Sweet voices hum,
Rhythmically drum,
They play as zephyrs blow.
The stirring breeze
Rustles the trees,
The pines its instrument.
But percussion lacks,
So enter the cracks
And booms from skyward sent.
This thunderous tune
Now ends too soon.
The rain washes away.
The thunder dies
And the soft wind sighs
And ushers in the light of day.
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