by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
My inwards mellow when I think of rain.
Its pitter patter to stay one sane.
Water that thunders down upon a unshaded window pane.
This wondrous weather I love seated or simply laying;
Out, chapbooks and coffee to enjoy the day
and gentle sound. It truly allays
the rush and hurry of hectic delays and traffic stays.
Yes, I do delight and gratefully pray while precipitation stresses slay
mercifully, daily anxiety as I meditate as pings repeat.
The swish of wheels and squish of feet
along the rim of shadowy streets
'til neath my covers it peaks me to sweet and delicious needed sleep
to doze ten thousand rems.
Yet still in all my happy dreams refuse to dim
as I think on glorious cycles from ancient streams
vaporized and circled again to cloud the skies from heavenly beams
that rainbows beautifully after the sun's return
to lift again the mist and spurn
a drought that would our soil do burn
if not for lovely storms as blessings to man which never he earned.
My inwards mellow when I think of rain.
Its pitter patter to stay one sane.
Water that thunders down upon a unshaded window pane.
This wondrous weather I love seated or simply laying.
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