Treasure Island

Ellirie Aviles


Raindrops


'Twas sweet and sincere
'Twas music to my ear
'Twas rain drops falling softly
'As violent as a symphony
The most wondrous sound of earth
An elegant orchestra's obra
I was then mesmerizing to dearth
whilst tune varies in supra
Betwixt every bombardment that occur
abound the meet of ground and drops
Composed was either love & cure
'twas like the gaps betwixt synapses
Tug! Tug! the drum like beats has fallen
then goes the applause of men, millions watchin'
A concierto of nature that brought bliss
A calming lullaby that brings peace...

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • * Sunprincess * (7/12/2014 8:28:00 PM)

    ...............enjoyed this beautiful rain poem.....love the title.....love the poem....adding to my poem collection.... (Report) Reply

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