Rain
The rain falls gently from the clouds through the trees to the thirsty ground
Adding a glistening sheen to all it caresses with its familiar pitty pat sound
Ah, to be a child again and stand in its path and stick out my tongue in delight
To run through the puddles in my rubber boots waiting for the sun so bright
Faded memories of the many places past and childhood friends fill my mind
All vivid reminders of a cherished time as in a dream long left behind
Yes, the rain takes me back and instead of raindrops tears now fill my eyes
As I stare through the clouded glass of my room at the rain filled skies
Copyright © Charles Gragg | Year Posted 2019
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