Rain Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * RAIN * -

Thunder rolling noisily
As gently comes the rain,
Pattering on my windows
And splashing on my pane.

Cleansing all the dirt away
In the early morning hours
The simple cleansing drizzle
Of these magical Spring showers

What a very wonderous thing
That Our Father in Heaven will do
Cleansing all of Nature
World's beauty to renew.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©2-16-06