Walking in the Rain

Morning Story and Dilbert

I love walking in the rain,
Listening to its pitter pat.
As it falls so softly,
Upon my old felt hat.

To smell the freshness in the air,
As is gently falls to earth,
Bringing freshness to everything,
And giving forth new birth.

As it causes seeds to sprout,
And everything to grow,
It washes off God’s pretty greens,
In winter, it is snow.

I love to walk out in the rain,
What peace comes to my soul.
It seems to wash away my cares,
As it falls to earth below.

By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems

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3 comments
  1. Lovely, simple poem but resounding with the true experience of falling rain. Brings me back to my room window when I was a child, sitting still and just ‘feeling’ the rain ☺️

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  2. Wow! I am totally drenched in the beauty and freshness of it.

    Like

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