Big Storm, The Rain Falls Poem by Norm Milstein

The rain falls like leaves and snow.
It stutters and mutters
And bounces and flows.

The rain falls like a big black crow,
Flapping and cawing
And thrashing and crashing.

The rain falls like spades of earth
Tossed on the grave of summer mirth.
The rain falls like a magic spell:
Billions of droplets singing their songs.

The rain falls like a lover's kisses,
Wet on the flesh of the trembling earth.
The rain falls like a forest of time,
Shimmering seconds, liquid and cold.

The rain falls like an ancient story,
Trickling on roots, twisted and old.