A Downpour We Can trust
By David Smith April 6, 2010
The Pitter-patter of the pounding rain
Sounds like a voice with an unpleasant refrain.
Quiet as a whisper and loud as a thunderous roar;
Adjusting to weather can be a chore.
Relate it to a marriage; emotions are frail;
After the tears drop, through clear skies we can sail.
Seeing the beauty as drops slowly fall;
Anger as eyes snap and vocal variety will call;
It’s all the rhythm and part of the dance;
As life is lived, words reflected by chance.
That is the joy as the weather relates to us;
The down pouring, exquisite beauty of life we can trust.
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hi david..it is about time that i visited your rose city blog!
ReplyDeletethis is a wonderful poem..it is something like the one that you wrote for mom and dad golden for their 60th wedding anniversary.
is it?.
well i will stay a bit and read some more of your poetry.
you are welland gospel halls beloved poet!