.... more of my poetry.

The Rain


The rain passes, eventually
But in the meantime
It clouds our vision
It makes us wet
And we slosh through oceans.

It's a fascinating sound
Sometimes pounding the house
Sometimes caressing the flowers
It makes us tired
And we sleep

It makes us anxious at times
It invades our plans
It comes uninvited
It disturbs our sensibilities
And we observe the dark clouds.

It sustains the land
It fills our wells
It renews the earth
It cleanses the air
And everything is new.

It is a picture of our hearts
It washes away the dust -
The shadows in my spirit
That make me want to cry
And I am refreshed!





By Richard D. Harris
April 2009