Without any warning
Early morning
The moon disappears
And cloudy skies appear
Drip drop
Sliding down the rooftop
Precious noise
With such a poise
So peaceful and calm
Better then a bedtime story told from your mom
As I see it quenching the thirst of the dead evergreens
I notice it's starting to come through the halfway cracked window's screen
Clean and crisp perfume
Coming through the bedroom
I'll leave it open overnight
Dreading the morning sunlight
I wish the clock would stop
So I can forever hear these drip drops
A refreshing rain of a poem my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Lindsey, enjoyed the read.