Summer Rain
© Evangeline Gail Stover
Native of Wild and Wonderful WV
Tapping softly against aged windowpanes
Soothing the soul,
Caressing the inner being.
Dancing across the fields of time,
Enchanting hearts… releasing minds
As the thunder rolls in the distance.
The rhythm of lets pitter-pattering
Upon the tin roof splendidly swells,
While progressive rumbling foretells
Lightening's quickened arrival.
Cooling the night as the frogs' serenada
Seemingly invites the spirit
To enter into the bosom of peace and rest.
Drifting off in slumber deep,
Patiently, I await your return.
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