In its own shadow,
Earth stretches and sighs;
Removed from the sun,
Contented it lies.

So peaceful and cool
So quiet and still;
All nature’s at rest,
All’s silent and chilled.

Rain falls so gently,
She lulls the parched ground,
Brings rhythm to night;
A soothing, sweet sound.

She whispers of sleep,
When falling on trees,
She whispers of dreams,
She whispers of peace.

Rain’s softly singing,
Night’s blanket pulled ‘round;
Raindrops are dancing,
Soft’ning the ground.

Rain’s singing faster,
Its sound now a hiss;
Trees reaching higher,
Drops shattered to mist.

Now falling softer.
Feel the hushed pleasure;
Rain soft in moonlight,
Peace’s own measure.


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Copyright ©1997 by J.R. Willett. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic – First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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