Summer Rain
Sounds of tiny tap dancers atop my tin roof.
Umbrellas and goloshes cast aside.
More tempting to children than candy or ice cream;
Mud puddles to splash in have arrived.
Earthlings so grateful, a powerful thirst had begun.
Relief from a long, parching summer sun.
Run-offs to falling ponds, giving to rise;
Aquatic creatures there sing to the skies.
Ignighting our senses when a whiff is obtained;
Nothing like the smell of a fresh summer rain.
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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