by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2020 | Poetry
Morning rain falls Resting in puddles All along the path As rainbows glisten in drops Radiated by a rising sun. No ones whistles For the sound would break The quiet of raindrops falling Moist, life giving drops Soaking into earth parched From a now brighting sun. By...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 8, 2018 | Poetry
Hear the raindrops fall Cascading down on dry ground There they fall. Bringing life sweet water falls Trickling over dusty rocks Feeding parched grass There they fall. No wicked blizzard Harsh winds none at all Just quiet falling sweet raindrops There they fall. ~...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 24, 2011 | Poetry
Listen to the misty river rain Drip, drip Running thru the eavestrough Down the spout to the drain Misty, misty raindrops Listen to the misty river rain. Full of life Full of promise Misty, misty raindrops Listen to the misty river rain. Splatter on the sidewalk Run...