A Poem for the Monthly Poetry Contest |
| This poem is entered in "Monthly Poetry Contest" Scent of the Rain Lifted weary eyes to storm cloud skies no doubt, it's here moving to the music Play piano, my heart Lightning then starts Thunder descends scent of the rain Basset hound days Sleeping dog lays Bothered, she's not rhythm starts, she snores Rains through the night, Can't find the light Staccato blanket natures dance with the sky Won't you please take me home once again? Home to the scent of the rain |