Gerry Legister

Veteran Poet - 1,091 Points (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

The Gentle Rain - Poem by Gerry Legister

I went to bed seeking relief from my pain
There in slumber I remained till day break
Slowly awake listening to the fall of spring rain,
Gently pouring down from the pottery slate.

Night had gone away and the usual light was late
Held back in atmosphere by the gently falling rain
Then suddenly the showers open heaven's gate,
And parted the clouds that were in silent restrain.

The gentle falling rain came with superior fame,
Whose vapor became stronger and enlightening?
When the rain came bringing fine leads of grain,
Each drop that stays weighs a ton of blessing.

When rain washes the dust from the tree leaves
It prepares for the sun to polish in gold and green,
And make fields stand out with royal host of flowers
Dress in natures halo as saintly minds that are clean.

We can learn from the rain when all earth is stain,
And needs a wash, there is no restrain or sacrifice
That should stop the process needed for cleansing
And make us clean again for all heaven to rejoice.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014


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