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.
The rain,
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,
Gently rapping.
Becoming a slow pouring resivoir.
Tilting it's spout. sharing elation with the ground.
Collectively.
Influential.
The rain upon the roof