(1946 / Arkansas)

A Slow, Cool Summer Rain

Ah, to lounge on a tin roof porch
As a slow, cool summer rain
Washes away the gathered dust
That seems to cover everything
The garden plants have wilted
From the stifling, summers heat
But, they all begin to liven up
As their roots, the raindrops reach
As the rain descends from heaven
And meets the roof of tin
Its rhythm soothes and comforts
With its slow hypnotic din
Like water slowly trickling
Down a creek bed over stones
The raindrops on the roof
Induce a soft euphoric tone
And then, one’s mind may wander
To another place and time
And as the rain continues falling
The earth is nourished and revived

Copyright C R Clark 3/19/2008

by C R Clark

Comments (10)

Summer rains have always fascinated my imagination...abrupt unexpected they arrive...and the 'fertile' smell associated with the washed away dust, as this poem beautifully pictures, summer rains always arouse an eerie feel inside the mind...wonderful write, Richard...i liked...10
A lovely poem that soothed and made me smile again....
lovely imagery 'With its slow hypnotic din', nice and eloquent
a summer rain is so nice. after a long heat wave, then the rains come. this was a great poem.
Hello partner and wow, what a refreshing poem. It won't be long until we will see this replay itself in the South. Blesings, LC
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