Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Summer Rain - Poem by Jim Milks

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


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 2, 2011

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