Nature Poems about our Wonderful World
Nature Poems
Rain Poem
It's raining on the farm.
The Forgotten Town
© Tristen R. Snelling
The rain beats down on the windowpane,
Lighting streaks the sky.
The black clouds of rolling thunder,
Come from the darkened sky.
I see a branch break off from the tree,
Falling freely at last to the ground.
When I listen closely I hear,
A pitter-patter from the tin roof,
Of our ancient barn.
It smells of crisp clean air,
That's all around.
The rain diminishing quietly,
From the forgotten town.
Rain Poems The Forgotten Town
The rain beats down on the windowpane,
Lighting streaks the sky.
The black clouds of rolling thunder,
Come from the darkened sky.
I see a branch break off from the tree,
Falling freely at last to the ground.
When I listen closely I hear,
A pitter-patter from the tin roof,
Of our ancient barn.
It smells of crisp clean air,
That's all around.
The rain diminishing quietly,
From the forgotten town.
Rain Poems The Forgotten Town
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