The Rain Poem by Frederick Nellist

Gentle rain caressing my face
warm tears invading my space
Kiss my cheeks without a sound
becoming pools upon the ground.

Sullen clouds not staying long
allows the rain to sing a song
Inviting a rainbow to the sky
a rare gift, I don't reason why.

The rain can wash away my fears
as if they were my Gods tears
Give sensations, bringing a sigh
like my mother singing a lullaby.

When April showers venture my way
my heart sings I don't run away
Raindrops fly on invincible wings
bringing pleasure and other things.