In Late October Comes The First Rain

I wake to
the steady downpour
of the first rain
of Winter.
It’s light fingers
spread across roof
then spank the streets.
water spills
from the eaves
thumping the leaves
Pelting the tin shed.
Thunder punctuates
the heavenly orchestration
like deafening cymbals,
turning the falling curtain
of rain into a whispering chorus
that’s gentle to the mind,
Awakening the senses
that life is far more
than just a pleasant dream.

End

by

Boots LeBaron

 

 

 

  1. I am Beau with the best of my abilities I intend to continue to publish my Dads work. Thank you for all of the likes and comments and go check out his book https://www.amazon.com/Human-Race-Boots-LeBaron-ebook/dp/B00L9XLI6C/ref=dp_kinw_strp_1

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