The rain
slops upon
the concrete,
washing.
It washes
away what we
cannot see
and sloshes
the ground
in merriment.
I hear it
drench
the toughened
soul and
soften the
pine.
The drumming
hum of rain
on the sill
sends
slumber
to even
the restless.
And the soft
lustre
after a fall
in which
the world
sparkles,
causes
even the hardest
hearts to glow
gold.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
The rain
slops upon
the concrete,
washing.
It washes
away what we
cannot see
and sloshes
the ground
in merriment.
I hear it
drench
the toughened
soul and
soften the
pine.
The drumming
hum of rain
on the sill
sends
slumber
to even
the restless.
And the soft
lustre
after a fall
in which
the world
sparkles,
causes
even the hardest
hearts to glow
gold.
