Rain
The leaden gray blacking clouds
Open up and drops me upon the earth.
I fill the lakes and make the rivers run.
I fall into the hustle and bustle of crowds
As they huddle under their umbrellas.
My wet glistening drops tip-tap dance
Quenching the thirst upon nature.
I am cool as I fall on surfaces like rooftops.
My rhythmic soothing sound
Lulls even the savage beast to sleep.
3/23/2024
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2024
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