A LIGHT RAIN SWEPT THE LANE
3/8/2011
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
A light rain, soft, comes tapping on the windowpane
a brief rumbling growl, low, no threat drifted over the darkened lane
and flowers awoke and kissed the dew that fell lightly upon their heads
while all the neighbors nearby at home lay sleeping in their beds
and missed the wonder of the night unfold in the dark so close outside
but I alone awake saw it all quietly watching through my windowpane
then turned and sleepy slipped softly back in bed my wife beside
where I lay and gently kissed each fingertip of my sleeping bride.
