Rain Poem by James Casey

Rain

While I sit and listen to the rain
My thoughts just tend to drift
Gliding along with the rhythm
My spirits are always given lift

Gentleness, that's pure and rare
It makes a one want to sing
Always soothing ever flowing
This steady rythm's just the thing

I sit and listen to the rain
Then peer outside the door
I go out, then look up
At a sight that I adore

Then gentle cleansing falling down
Will surely cleans the dirty ground
And leave a refreshing smell
That tends to make my senses excel

I wish I were a child again
And can feel a world less angry
Then let the rain come down
Upon my face and soothe me

Jim 1995