Listen To The Rain Grow

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #412

Words:  rain, grow, listen, seven, humility, change, plate, still, stories, string, where, sits

I have heard stories
that if you sit
perfectly still,
count to seven,
and listen, you
can hear rain growing,

changing its tone from a
light stringed instrument
to cymbal platters crashing
together. Where I heard
these stories, I cannot
divulge, not wishing
to have the storyteller
humiliated by non-believers.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Listen To The Rain Grow

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this poem.


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