A gentle patter upon my windowpane
Calling out to me come be a child again
The call of the warm summer rain
Invades my peaceful domain
Calling me to come be a child again
A fresh clean scent a bright blue sky
A gentle cloud goes passing by
The calling of the rain does torment
I must relent
Toss off the mundane
And go and play in the
Summer Rain
4/22/2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem