Dreams of Rain by Lori Lipsky It plays its evening melody on tin roofs Forms puddles on garden walkways Quenches the thirst of the majestic oak Fields of corn gulp their fill, and In the morning, flower petals Glisten with droplets of dew **********
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Ah, sweet, sweet dreams! I can smell rain in the air just reading this poem, Lori!
Ah, Robin. Your kind comments refresh.
Ah rain! So wonderful…and you have captured it!
Thank you, Susan. Come again…and may last night’s rain return as well!
And the land rejoices.
This first line especially touches a chord– my dad talked about how, as a child, he loved falling asleep to the sound of rain on the tin roof.
Wonderful, evocative poem.
Thank you, Anita. Just imagine a strong hailstorm under a tin roof. Wouldn’t that be something!
Beautiful poem. Makes me wish our long dry winter were over so that we can enjoy the summer showers once again.
Jacquie, It’s great to hear from the southern hemisphere. Thank you for stopping by.
Up here in midwestern U.S. we’re living through our driest summer in many decades.
Awesome, refreshing words to match the long prayed for rain!
Thank you, Joanie!
Beautiful poem to enjoy along with our rain. Thanks!!
Lovely, Lori. I could almost hear the gentle rain . . .
Memories of my Grandmother’s tin roof, and summer rain as it fell.
Indeed, refreshing rain… Lovely poem, Lori…
I hope it brings good memories from times at your grandmother’s. Thanks for your kind comments.
Yes, they are ‘good’ memories, Lori… I loved being on the farm; so much to do, and lots of animals, milking cows, a dam in which to swim. A little girl’s delight…!