Rain

This poem is about the rain I hear outside.

I hear the rain outside, falling to the ground.

I watch the water flowing through the trenches to a place unknown.

I listen to the thunder from the flash of every lightning strike.

Every rumble makes me think of explosions.

Every drop falls with such grace and glory.

I watch until it has all stopped, and wait until it all starts again.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good description of the rain. The rain is cool. Allow us to think and ponder life on the rainy days. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote