Morning Rains


The morning rains

Bring a cacophony

Played upon windowpane

A percussive symphony

Dawn just a shade of grey

At the start of another day


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


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


12 Responses to “Morning Rains”
  1. beth says:

    I love a morning rain, and you have described it so positively

  2. kristianw84 says:

    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! 😍❤

  3. 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!

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    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.

  5. You make even the rain beautiful, Brad!

  6. Bridgette says:

    Wow! I really love this one.

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