Pouring Raindrop Passes By Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-arly Tuesday March twenty-eighth,
L-ight comes after the night;
E-vening shadows disappear,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.

B-eacon above the horizon
L-eaves the moon behind;
A-llowing the morn to break,
N-ice day soothes your mind.
C-old chill and storm
A-re nowhere to be found;
F-og, mist, and haze
L-eave the air above the ground.
O-pen your eyes to the view, behold the wide blue sky;
R-ugged wind is far away, pouring raindrop passes by.