chris littlejohm

Beauty Of Sound - Poem by chris littlejohm

Oh, the rain. Music to
The ears played on the
Instrument of the sky
Bouncing then pooling in
Miniature oceans on the ground

A string windowsills fading
To a C string trampoline
And then it dies leaving
Gentle piddle paddles of
Little feet playing in the

Then it comes, the grand finale
Rocking houses cutting power
The perfect sound to end the

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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