Raindrop
Beloved raindrop fresh and fair
Perfuming this sad dry air
Bringing life and making green
All you see fit to wash clean
Do you recall from whence you came
The rushing flood, the hand of Cain
High and higher your power swept
Catching the tears Noah wept
Or do you remember God’s good grace
A rainbow’s thought upon your face
The mighty choir in which your tiny voice sings
Of naps and rest you’re sure to bring
-Luke W. Riddle
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2 comments:
I'm not usually one for poems - but that is great.
Luke i love it.
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