The rain comes gentle this morning
says: there are things that come and go
says: for all rain, there is also sun
taps out Quiet, Quiet, Quiet
on leaves like a mantra
louder than the train whistle
and steady increase of cars
that say: another day begins
and birds who sing: no matter the rain
in a hopeful tune
that’s hard to ignore.
Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. Image: Rain Shower, Eyvind Earle
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