Raining In Summer
An artist paints nomadic drifting clouds,
That move with grace in chiffon shrouds,
Of summers scorched an earthly brown,
Man prays God's teardrops tumble down.
A child of love paints through tinted eyes,
Of matchstick faces and the bluest skies,
To laugh in God's playground all summer long,
For the sun is God, and God can do no wrong.
A preacher prays a nodding skywards glance,
The summer rains offer his sermon, a longing chance,
To remove the grey clouds that man has made,
To be more like a child loved, when he first played.
The scent of summer rain no artist can paint,
It lives in our senses and is forever engrained,
Our lives like winter showers will untimely fall,
But to live our best lives we must remain tall.
A poet sees rain with his eyes but writes with his soul,
To sprinkle hearts with joy and with words console,
As he weaves and unpicks life's greys and golds,
For a poets eyes however poor, will never grow old.
Copyright © Daniel Caplin | Year Posted 2024
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