Morning Rains
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The morning rains
Bring a cacophony
Played upon windowpane
A percussive symphony
Dawn just a shade of grey
At the start of another day
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There is no sense of gloom
No reason for feeling sad
The heavens become the broom
Washing away all the bad
And feasting on worms as they sing
A blessing to the birds on wing
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The trees, the grass, all living things
Welcome this passing spring shower
Thankful for the life it brings
A wonderful, restorative power
Falls from the heavens above
And drenches the world in love
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
I love a morning rain, and you have described it so positively
Thank you, Beth! It brings a sense of renewal.
I was lying in bed when I read your marvelous poem this morning. I could imagine the sound of the rain beating against the window, rain drops racing each other, the gentle breeze blowing the budding trees, and the blades of grass stretching to feel every single drop. Thank you for this beautiful start to my day. I wish it was raining. So well-written, my dear friend! 😍❤
Thank you, Kristian! I am so happy it conveyed all the feels. You are too kind. ♥
Reading your description made me wish for a spring rain shower outside my window right now. I’ve become less negative about rain since I’m not at the age where it hampers my want to go play outside. The sound of rain, hot coffee and a good book – heaven on earth in my opinion!
That certainly sounds like heaven., sis! Today may hold a little heaven for you. Love you!
I love that “percussive symphony,” especially as I lie in bed. I feel the most uplifting feelings if I wake the next day to warm sunshine, knowing that the environment has received its necessary supplement.
Definitely something restorative to the rain. Thank you, Pete!
You make even the rain beautiful, Brad!
Thanks, Geoff! I appreciate all your support!
Wow! I really love this one.
Thank you! You are too kind.