No 4 – ‘The Rain’ Series
I wake to the sound,
Of somebody weeping,
To the fall of the rain,
Its cadence is beating,
The pattering rhythm,
Upon a tin roof,
Like the clatter of horses,
And their cantering hoofs,
Where teardrop expulsions,
Of somebodies pain,
Are masked by the thunder,
That’s taps a glass pane,
And sentient beings,
Respond with allure,
To the tears of the angels,
That pool at your door,
For into your heart,
The raindrops install,
A reason for rising,
Each time that you fall.
helen midgley 
‘Teardrop expulsions’ very impressive 😉
Thanks, I try.. 5th and final part going to be ‘Loving in the Rain’ hold onto your hat 😉
Do I need galoshes??
lol, you may indeed. I haven’t written it yet, the build up is always so much better than the rest 😉
Isn’t it always
Beautiful piece
Oh wow again love it love it I really loved this one and rain again too I love the sound of rain and have to scrapbook this again lol x
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Poem on rain
“…the tears of the angels..”
A beautiful feeling there.
Ellespeth
This is beautiful, Helen. I’ve been consumed with a million things the past two weeks and obviously missed many things. Might I make ONE tiny edit for the purposes of rhythm? Try taking the word “That’s” off of the line that reads “That’s upon a tin roof” and see what you think. I felt it kind of stuck out and disrupted the otherwise PERFECT rhythm you have (you are really getting good at this)
Your point noted, agreed with and changed 😉