Morning Poem, September 10, 2014

The Quiet Rain

 

The quiet rain

drifts like a dream over town

It whispers on the streets

Its billion tiny splashes

lift an inch of mist

above the dark pavement.

 

It soaks the soil

persisting

till it soothes the roots

of the old oaks.

 

The quiet rain

cools the roofs,

washes the gardens to bright gloss

and makes the sidewalk

a delight for the barefoot girl.

 

copyright 2014

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