shimon weinroth

Come Rain On Me - Poem by shimon weinroth

Rain often comes
On the wings of winds
Kicks up dust, carries
Dormant spores and pollen

Insects and latent flora
To flight whisked up and away
By gusts and whirling winds
The rains are coming

Nostrils dilate
Ears prick up, whining bark
Cats scurry, meow for cover
Fallen leaves dance in a whirlpool

Doors bang windows shudder
Drops begin to fall

I love to stand at the open door
Or watch from the window
Inhaling the fresh aroma
Reviving nectar come rain on me

Comments about Come Rain On Me by shimon weinroth

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (9/8/2008 4:33:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem on rain. 'I love to stand at the open door/Or watch from the window/Inhaling the fresh aroma/Reviving nectar come rain on me' these lines are so alive as if I were there! My 10 with it. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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