Gentle patter of the rain
Ripples puddles once again
As droplets fall from clouds steel grey
To bless the grass and leaves today
I walk on through the forest deep
Watching woodland appear to weep
As water flows like natures tears
From sapling small to trees of years
And here I wander with my dog
As the mud makes walk a slog
But joyous is the time like this
Nature’s hand bestowed some bliss.