Rooftop Rain

Perhaps it will rain tomorrow.
I need a respite from the heat.

When the day was over, I slept well.
I anticipated the soft rooftop sound.
Rain would dance above me.

Every season has its charm.
The farmer living near me was happy.
He loved the balance of grace and love.
We knew that a joyful harvest was near.

We appreciate that success is a gift.

W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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