Rain Rain
The rhythmic falling rain
The green flourishing foliage
The touch the sound the feel
Creation in God's grandeur real
Rain outside my window
Tapping at my door
I hear its sounding call
Rain rain evermore
Droplets of splendor
Upon branches budding green
Shimmering day light
'Tis God 's blessings be seen
I listen to its haunting
Chant and melody
And feel its loving grace
Deep deep within me.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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