Sprinkle of showering words
Rainbows being the sentences
The Poet’s emotions targeting instances
The Darkened Clouds in what is too come
The inside of a Poet’s heart being like flowers that bloom
Yet the Poet writes alone in a room
The inspiration will come at noon
The sunshine may be hidden
The Poet notes what is written
Showers only refresh
The Poet’s mind being awaken to write
The midnight Oil well into the night
Rain that helps the Poet to explore
It’s the sunshine that helps the Poet to soar
The Poet often says, “Shower me with wisdom and understanding”
Let the rain pour and not turn my thoughts sour
Give me ideas hour after hour
Shower me with cleansing words
Let readers have an open heart
As a Poet, I have been showered to write
This is a Poet’s given right.