Be not angry with the rain
The earth is thirsty and parched
Dark skies of swirling clouds
Drop their heavy payloads
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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.
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!