SUMMER RAIN
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I hear the raindrops falling
The garden is calling
Stretching up to the life line
Relief from the heat of summertime
The smell of the rain is stunning
Fresh water running
I sit under a roof of glass
Inhaling the wet grass
The constant sounds
Of water which pounds
Like a crowd
Happy clapping
It’s so loud
An yet pleasant
It’s a gift
A beautiful present
The moon shines down
With a frown
It’s a crescent
His glow reflects shadows
Down on the shiny paths
The glisten from the meadows
Birds have their baths
Cars their wheels splash
People dash
Damp wood
Smells so good
Distant thunder rumbles
Night blanket grumbles
Trees where teardrops
Drooping shrubs flop
Silver foil like crystals form
Grieving for the summer storm
A beautiful fresh breaze
Blows thirsty petals seeds
That is where nature lives on again
Thanks to the needed summer rain
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