The Gift of Rain

The night air feels both chill and rainy

A steady cadence serenades from above

Rows of orange trees with silhouettes grainy

Wave outstretched limbs in signs of love

The full moon with its resplendent glow

Hides respectfully behind thick black clouds

Unwilling to pierce the darkness and show

Its radiant light shining white as shrouds

The rain smells both cool and clean

Rivers rejoice with grateful glee

Fields will flourish, a sea of green

Farmers give thanks on bended knee

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Kelly Wise says:

    Love this Len! It reminded me of a late dear family friend who would rejoice the rain and how all the animals got a drink when it came. Your poem speaks to this; rain is indeed Heaven sent.

  2. Thank you, Kelly. I am working on my poetry. I am not very good at it, but I’m trying to stretch and grow. Thanks for your support!

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