As I sit and listen to the rain
My thoughts just seem to drift
Floating along with the rhythm
The rhythm seems to quietly shift
It's warmth, so pure and rare
The pitter patter on the street
Oh, so steady so soothing
You can really feel it's beat
When I sit and listen to the rain
I always have my foolish grin
Then out I go, and look up
With a self assured tilt of my chin
To again be the child I was
To be again young and happy
Yes, let the rain come on down
As it soaks and consoles me
I'm always happy in a gentle rain
It brings my soul to life
Remembering days O so long ago
When there wasn't any strife
Jim 1987
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh so well said, I really get this one, as I feel the very same way! Wonderful.