Rain Song

Rain will give its touch
From the falling drops
Water splashing much
Drizzling down and ups
Every flower giving
Of its soothing drink
Growth and good living
In the falling blink

Yesterday were drier
In their silent ways
Sullen skies higher
Morning full of grays
Nothing to get excited
With no water touch
That would come delighted
And washing of so much

Dried leaves of yellow
Falling then away
Every thread so mellow
That its strings play
Life is always wanting
Seeds to raise and grow
For occasions enchanting
In with the rainy flow

by Peter S. Quinn

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