GENTLE RAIN
I long to hear the gentle rain
as it drizzles down the window pane.
The sun is under cloud today
the birds are hiding too.
The trees are swaying in the breeze,
I thank you Lord on my knees.
I gaze at all the clouds above
I watch them passing by,
The rain continues into night
There’s no reprieve in sight.
The lightning strikes are closer now,
It illuminates the night.
I feel a shiver up my spine
It causes such a fright.
I know that when the morn does come,
The rain will all be gone.
There’s hope again when we at last,
see the morning sun.
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
©copyright 2008
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You write these lines and I almost feel the rain and hear its sounds,
like this poem has transported me there....so vividly described.
This is refreshing in its simplicity and encouraging "hope" for a new day.
Cynthia
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