Be not angry with the rain
The earth is thirsty and parched
Dark skies of swirling clouds
Drop their heavy payloads
The sound of rain sings aloud
On the leaves of trees and shrubs
Forming pools of bright water
That quenches the thirst of birds
Wild flowers bow their heads
And drink their hearts content
It sustains crops in the field
And nourishes their roots
In cities towns and villages
Rooftops and pavements glisten
As the rain runs its course
And washes window panes
Be not angry with the rain
We all need its gentle kiss
It gives life to all it touches
Natures own perfect gift
The sound of rain sings out aloud on the leaves of trees and shrubs forming pool of bright water that quenches the thirst of birds I love the whole poem, but in this part, I actually saw in my mind, a little bird drinking from that leave.
Be not angry with the rain We all need its gentle kiss It gives life to all it touches Natures own perfect gift I hope the rain is not angry to the point of bringing floods.
As the rain runs its course with the muse of life. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magnificent! Let me quote your last four lines, 'Be not angry with the rain We all need its gentle kiss It gives life to all it touches Natures own perfect gift'....Top score and to my favorite!