Choking On Nothing.

Poem By Madi Rogers

After the rain the air is sweet
With glist`ning pools beneath my feet
Raindrops dripping down from the eaves
Teardrops slipping off shining leaves

And silken webs with crystals strung
Which span across the ivy hung
Around the trellised arbours green
A shimm`ring, luminescent scene

After the rain has kissed the earth
So Mother Nature brings new birth
Flowers to bloom with life anew
After the rain the sky is blue

After the rain comes a fresh dawn
After the rain new hope is born
After the rain has touched my soul
After the rain I shall be whole

Comments about Choking On Nothing.

After the rain I shall be whole... .....so there is hope after all.. You made my day
Coincidentally it was raining when I was reading this poem. The poem has captured the feeling so well! Great poem ma'am!
" After the rain has kissed the earth So mother nature brings new birth " so beautiful thoughts. So nice poem 100+++++++
Lovely poem about after the rain. I especially like the last stanza. I have written several poems about drought and rain but I have not posted them yet. I just started posting my poems today.
Thank you for reading and commenting Sally. So pleased you enjoyed.


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........ On Poetry

Such princely and linguistic feats
As penned by Shelley, Byron, Keats
Though rich and eloquently grand
Are oft` too deep to understand