As The Rain Is Falling Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I hear the rain,
As I sit and write,
That pitter patters as it falls,
I'd dread to venture out tonight,
In this dreadful weather,
For poetry calls,
I'd much prefer to sit right here,
To write with passion as I go,
It's much more comfy in my chair,
As my love for poetry grows and grows,
And when I lay my sleepy head,
Upon my pillow thoughts will come,
From memories I will then be led,
To writing them down,
As my day is done.
For poetry is the resting place,
For thoughts that appear in my mind,
And I can't think of a better way,
Heartfelt memories,
That are one of a kind.



Jayne Louise Davies