Yesterday, it started to rain.
It rained from morning to night
hardly a moment did it stop and
continued till eyes became heavy
and sleep overcame completely.
Upon awaking, it was still raining.
Everywhere was cold and wet,
gardens and late last blooms awash,
drooping, all looking bedraggled.
Fallen leaves limp, flattened without glow.
And still the rain fell without easing.
As the afternoon rolled on,
mighty trees, heavy with moisture,
little wind to move and shake branches
to release the sagging wet boughs.
As the second evening approached,
the rainfall continued with slight ease.
What a shame it was Halloween Eve.
All around it was so damp and dreary,
would the children even come around?
Written late afternoon at Courtice, Ontario - 31st October 2025
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem