Summer Rain
Iambic Pentameter
To feel the rain on my up lifted face
The pleasant coolness wetting both lips, cheeks
Now wetting all crops, saved as by God’s grace
And roaring thunder seems the way God speaks
Affirms rich blessing upon my plot’s place
It’s summer rain after hot searing weeks
Head low, thank you God richly blessing me
Soon wife, with harvest we will be debt free
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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