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Thunderously Peaceful Rain
Softly falling, tears of liquid glass,
Tenderly tapping the leaves of trees,
Bend to fit a blade of grass.
Silence sings, as the falling rain
Kisses a small wooden coffin
Washing away tears of pain.
Sorrow falls, fast from the sky,
Beating the fresh packed ground
Crushing a mother’s wrought cry.
Shrieks of a mother’s pain pierce the air,
But the thunder shortly softens
And the storm recedes to its lair.
Softly falling, tears of liquid glass,
Tenderly tapping the leaves of trees,
Bend to fit a blade of grass.
this poem is
one of my favorites to read