Summer Rain Poem by Jim Milks
Summer Rain
A gentle patter upon my windowpane
Calling out to me come be a child again
The call of the warm summer rain
Invades my peaceful domain
Calling me to come be a child again
A fresh clean scent a bright blue sky
A gentle cloud goes passing by
The calling of the rain does torment
I must relent
Toss off the mundane
And go and play in the
Summer Rain
4/22/2007
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