This is a poem written from a child's perspective of what a rainy day is all about. My intent was to remind readers to STOP and smell the flowers in this busy world we live in.

Trickling streams flow down the pane,
Pouring, slowing, dancing rain,
Tip toeing in joyous harmony...
Tapping out vaudeville melody.

Glorious drops, escalating tune,
Lively miracles birthing soon,
Flowers forming below streams,
Rainbows in a child's dreams.

Puddles explode, toddlers play,
Stomping, giggling, rainy day
Melancholy moms sip tea,
Unaware what beauty be.

Stop! Listen! Feel the storm,
Brilliant miracles being born,
Life exploding beyond a pane,
Pouring, slowing, dancing rain.

SDF

Ahhhhhhh yes... LISTEN...

beautiful life's miracles

very, very, nice

very, very, nice

Awwe yes from a childs view is the best you can get

very nice poem mystique