Let me tell you how the rain falls
It falls like tepid teardrops down your face
It falls like crystal pearls on the leaves
It falls like nourishment for the parched ground
It falls saturating the verdant mountains
Feeding the thirsty rivers that
turn turf-brown and slushing down
with nature’s verve and vigor.
The birds—burrowed—wait
Under the pouring canopy of rain
The girl runs with her face up
Wet, enjoying the tickling rain.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My wife loved to be soaked by the pouring rain.
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
A fine write RR.
Thank you for reading my poem and commenting.
Very good write rr.
Rain is the lifeblood of our world.
Andy
Yes, your post reminded me of the young joy of running in summer rain carefree. Glorious memory.
a very enjoyable picture rrodriguez. beautifully written.
Thank you for your comment and for reading my poem.
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