The Falling Rain

Little drops of Rain
I was listening to the falling rain.
A storm had been forecast for the afternoon.
As it fell on the trees outside my window,
the drops splashed with a whisper.
They slithered down the branches
and flowed into the pools below.

I began to walk back to my workbench.
The wind has started to push forward.
I saw a sudden flash of light in the window.
The sharp thunder crack was very close.
I must complete my project today.
I was angry at the interruption of my thoughts.

I know each day brings its challenges.
I feel the changes as I progress through the years.
I am proud that I have crossed many bridges.
Now, every door I open is to a new vista.
The lightning may have damaged a tree,
but as I listen to the quieter rain,
my mind returns to my urgent work.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By L M Image license.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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