Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Summer Rain

I just want to sit and listen to this rain
I want to turn off the manmade world and let Nature sooth my soul.
The repeated phrases of a vireo’s song are dripping from the trees.
Tufted titmice, gray as this stormy sky, scold and call from foliage
embracing me like verdant arms.
This summer rain in the north woods is a lovely place to be;
If the earth is my mother, then,
I am snuggling into her breast
and listening to her beating heart,
and this rain is not the sound of weeping but,
a soothing lullaby.

~Kathie Adams Brown (July 1, 2015)

1 comment:

  1. Hi Kathie

    I have been a stranger for far too long, happy poetry. I love to listen too the rain. We have a tin roof here so it really rings and the sweeping sound when we sit in our screened in porch seems like natures own broom.

    All the best


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