August Rains Poem by Thomas Dooley

August rains are falling
People are calling your name

Through the sadness and the pain
A glimmer of hope shines through the rain

A young boy down and out
No where to go but down
He listens for the sound
That will bring out the power in him

Someone, everyone searching for better way
Got to keep on working, no time to play

Should I go, should I stay?
When will it be my day?

So can't you hear the August rains?
Listen to the people say your name

August Rains are not a storm
They are gentle and warm

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016