Rain Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones
Rain
Lying in bed, so snug and warm
we listen to the awesome storm.
The lightning flash, the thunder’s roll
bring trembling to the bravest soul.
Under these sounds, a gentler strain.
The pitter-patter of the rain,
singing its plaintive melody
in hydrophobic harmony
The quiet insistence of each shower
does not proclaim this mighty power.
For every drop the Heavens weep
can bring the river fast and deep.
While flash and thunder have their say,
the rain can wash the world away
A beautiful sonnet written with charisma and humility. I love the flow and the rhyme therein. Well penned
A beautiful sonnet sir. Well penned with eloquence and full of life.
Who, but Tom could turn a thunderstorm into a harmonious melody? Just great. I am sorely missing you.Get well and come on back
..............I love the rainy nights and listening to the thunderstorms.....wonderful poem...
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4/27/2024 12:11:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the pulse of the writing. One can sense the rain drops.