The smell of earth after rain Lingers awhile, leaves its own stain He is someone who loves the rain Who finds peace of mind in rainy days Otherwise in certain quarters He is referred to as a pluviophile. (c)Poetry from The ManShed 03/08/19
Author: @purpleandgoldpoetry
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Night Rain ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Originally posted on Walt's Writings:
It was 3:30 AM and raining His dogs had been out but were back in now All toweled off and sleeping But wet dog smell filled the air Looking out into the yard He watched the lightning flashing In the distance he could hear The sound of distant thunder…
Haiku
Tenderly it falls The softness of heavens tears Drops, dropping, dropping Poetry from The ManShed 02/08/19
Why fret?
Last night, the darkness found him worried At break of dawn he wondered why. Poetry from TheManShed. 02/08/19
A brief thought.
Try walking between raindrops When they say you can’t You can. Poetry from The ManShed. 02/08/19
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