The Rain - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
I thought I heard the rain
fall against the roof.
I stuck my head out the door
breathing in it's essence.
implying that it was soon to come.
an intimacy of the clouds. Unseen.
Envoking pleasure. Without a single thrust of thunder or lightning.
The rain upon the roof,
Becoming a slow pouring resivoir.
Tilting it's spout. sharing elation with the ground.
The rain upon the roof
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