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Rain

by Tony Whitaker

Rain pours in the night

at last

each wet bead
beating notes
atop the tin roof
congruent symphonic sounds
then the din renders
eyes a sleepy-time demise

Barren fields cry as
wet daggers pry
hard pan land
emergent rills spill
contents of puddles
forming in the infinite
dry maze of cracks
or foot-printed life
from once sodden soil

Dry brittle grass
seeds and stems soak
as organic solutions
reach out
from thirsting ground
and quench
in muted agro agony

The earth shudders

10/09/2007

Posted on 10/09/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/09/07 at 03:14 PM

An outstanding work..... well done!

Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/09/07 at 03:53 PM

I love Rainstorms and you made me realize why! Thanks.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 10/09/07 at 06:39 PM

A multi-sensory deluge! This is wonderful!

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