The Rain
Published in
Jun 12, 2024
Another poem/prose piece from my grandmother’s collection. This one is undated.
The Rain
The rains came, swift, hard, beating down the leaves, grass and flowers. The heavy clouds, threatening all they passed over, spilled the water like being punctured with a thousand holes. After such a long drought the refreshing coolness of the downpour gave a pleasure that is hard to describe. The wilted, dry leaves spread out in a thoughtfulness that was grand to see. All nature seemed to sing in joy as the rains pelted the earth. Gladness reigned supreme.
