Summer Rain Poem by Barbara Stahly

Summer Rain

Rating: 5.0


The rain came down over the parched yellow field
you could almost hear the field shout with glee.
The flowers and the trees were happy as could be.
The smell of rain was as fresh as the morning dew,
as it glistened over all and made things brand new.

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