I agree.
Rain
Rain refreshes. Rain rewards.
Kills our thirst with liquid swords.
Washes all the dust away,
And bends the light at end of day.
Rain helps soothe us into sleep,
Cleans up the world were sworn to keep.
We tend to it, and it to us,
Were well rewarded for the fuss.
Like magic mushrooms popping up,
Our food shows in the flowing cup,
A horn of plenty, our reward,
And liquid coolness from the gourd.
Rain comes by to cool our brow,
To give a rest from labors now,
While forces sent from up above,
Gently whisper, "Heres the Love!"
NicknamedBob . . . . . Sept. 24, 2006
Wow. I like that poem.
The only other Rain poems I can think of is “Rain, rain, go away”; and “Rain” by the Beatles.
Yours is the best.
Freezing today. I just put the heat on.