PoeticBloomings DAY #7: SUMMER RAIN
“Your charge today is to write a summer rain (or just plain rain) poem.”
There is something magical in a soft summer rain
the way the birds hush their song to a sacred refrain
the plash and trickle of tiny rivulets on glass
the way it alters shiny to vert de gris on brass.
It falls from heaven gently cleansing the air of grime
jiggles the blooms and blossoms to a fragrance sublime
and through my open window it whispers me asleep
as I pray to my Father my soul to safely keep.