The rain comes and goes…
The waters summoned;
From a vast blue hose,
With no start or end.
The water is dispersed
Like ink stops and starts;
A poets every verse,
And the rhyme it imparts.
Sometimes rain, sometimes sunshine.
Nature in contrast;
Words of pain, sometimes sublime.
Poetry can cast:
Rain clouds in the sky,
Passing slowly by;
But the ground, eyes spy,
Remains mostly dry.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
