The Rain Poem by Gerry Legister

A fresh smell with drip drops of rain
On the green grass sweetened with stain
Sent down by the grey weeping clouds,
The showers flow like painted words.
now the planet is wet as dew in the sky
I am sending my umbrella up high
With water standing aloft in my eye,
A prayerful supply for this reason I cry.
Every drip-drop of rain captures the emotion
And welcome changes in the season.

The rain turns grey as it falls from the air
Glare glistening image surrounds the atmosphere.
Proud waves awoke up on the windows,
soon it will leave only its painted shadows.
As memories achieving this honor
Transform gardens into the imagery of color.