Silver Rain
Silver Rain
Rain, silver rain;
Falling gently, gently, gently;
On my windowpane.
Mixed with wind to wild to tame,
Silver rain.
Faster, faster, falling faster;
With the storm.
Louder, louder,
Roars the tempest;
Where is the harm?
Thus tattoos the icy slivers,
Half insane.
The weary farmer weeps with gladness;
At the watering of the grain.
Silver rain.
Calling, calling;
hear the mystic voices calling,
Strange and new.
Falling, falling like a silver curtain falling;
Into view.
Rain, silver rain,
Bringing life with every droplet,
Gift from God,
With lovely coolness.
Silver rain.
Falling gently on the prairie,
Falling even in the city.
Gently healing gift of heaven.
Gift of life and gift of healing.
Silver rain.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
