Rain
Rain falls upon the streets.
Overflowing the creeks.
Pattering with constant beats.
Rain falls upon the plains.
Creating natural lanes.
Until the sunlight wanes.
Rain falls upon their heads.
And they rush indoors to their beds.
No one loves the tears the world sheds.
Rain falls upon the graves.
Of those we long ago forgave.
And of those we still crave.
Copyright © Michael Walker | Year Posted 2013
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