Listen To The Rain - Poem by James McLain
Pleasant to the ear as it falls.
Listen to the rain as tears wash away your fears.
As the streets are washed clean,
so the soul of each child reappears.
The skirt of the sky as it opens the gate,
to our garden take chear.
Rain speaks to plants they stand tall,
emerald eyes turn each leaf living green.
Like each look when new lover's meet.
Crossing T's. dotting eye's, unique books.
The scent of fresh laundry washed dreams.
Listen to the rain,
as it puts all of our children to sleep.
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