by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 7, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Drip, drop of rain Falling down Rushing thru the drain Life is sometimes like Falling rain A mediocre time turned To all desired, wanted Coming down like rain. Once again Listen To the drip, drop Of quiet summer rain. Feel it’s vibrance change The ordinary To a...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 4, 2011 | Poetry
Summer rain making way once again for fall colors raining down on crisp ground golden brown, vibrant and pure. Sending us on the road be prepared, be secure knowing all is full and ready for winter white that follows These lovely fall colors. Summer rain, fall colors...