Morning Rain
Pull a seat to the window, see
just beyond the glass, there, let me
open the curtain just so, and look.
No dullness to these hours, rain is my hook.
The morning rain is a gentle shower,
I sit in this spot for at least an hour,
listening to the 'pitter' 'patter' 'plop'
of every soothing, refreshing rain drop.
The cardinal chirp will quip from the orchid tree.
I will watch from my tree house window with glee.
A sudden burst of red feather between dripping leaves
and the continued drip of falling water from the eaves.
When rain falls in a gentle, soothing steep,
It is a lull of comfort, a quiet I keep.
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