Cool rain brings freshness.
Tall stones glisten.
Pattering leaves above.
I wait beneath the canopy,
Amongst the quiet dead.
No deluge comes.
Drops cool upon my head,
Bring me no pain.
Soft summer rain.
The council cuts,
And yet does not:
Wild weeds abound.
The dead surround.
They feel no pain,
In soft summer rain.
Thin in plastic clothes,
His mind senses cold.
In shirtsleeves,
A plump man shivers.
Expectation prevails.
I don't feel pain,
From soft summer rain.
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Love your imagery in this poem, summer rain is one of my favorite kinds of rain. It brings back memories of younger days when running outside to play and splash around in it. Thank you for bringing the memory to mind. RoseAnn