In the rain,
Oh, the rain!
Nothing ever seems the same
With the tapping
And the rapping
Of the heavy falling rain.
As the drops pour from the skies
And make the marching river rise!
While the dirt is seiged and worn
All the earth becomes reborn.
The clouds above obscure our view
Release!
Your precious silver dew!
For corroding and eroding
The structures that they overthrew.
So the earth is made with stone
That only flooding can dethrone.
And when the world is dry decay
It’s overrun and washed away.
But the rain will always come
And we will hear it’s
Thund’rous drum!
Author notes
The word choice was very important to me in this poem
Comments
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a good poem, ah the rain, the giver of life and the taker of life too, a good beat to your poem here though some grammar issues, for example - And we will bear it's / Thund'rous drum! - it's is saying in the line we will bear it is thund'rous drum.
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wow. i love he descriptin in this. it's awesum as and pointed very precised
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