Rain falls into the gutters
With a slip and a sliding sound
Rain falls with an even stutter
On a cold and patient ground
It’s waited for the blossoms
To brighten its dreary days
And for the winds so winsome
That will warm its soil and clay
I just listen for the songbirds
That will greet me when I rise
And for the songs still unheard
That sing of glories in the sky
mlc
Poetry and Verse 