Overnight rain has left the tarmac wet.
The handrail of the balustrade
Has a row of raindrops clinging on,
Not yet adrip. I count them
Like my memos, grievances and hopes.
Rain, revisit us at any season,
In dribbling drizzle or showers benign,
But not as deluge or cyclonic wreckage.
I love your tokens under eave and rail,
Nascent pearly raindrops, still adrip.
Rain, revisit us at any season, In dribbling drizzle or showers benign, But not as deluge or cyclonic wreckage. I love your tokens under eave and rail, Nascent pearly raindrops, still adrip- - - - - - -I love the soft sweet feel of the poem.We all can relate with rain, its pearly drops, its music, but may not wish its deluge or cyclonic wreckage.
Rain, revisit us at any season, This definitely fantastic in this amazing sharing. Nicely penned...10
Thank you, Poet-compatriot. You are quick to look at another's contribution with fellow-feeling, though it may not be listed. I see that your own verses are adding to our stock regularly. It is a joy to follow natural changes everywhere and to seek phrases to express it. Best wishes, AM
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I feel deeply grateful for comment by an appreciative reader who perhaps felt as I did and who shared the sentiment. Best wishes.