My Gramdma Gramy is a wonderful poet. Here is some of her work!
RAIN...WE FINALLY HAD RAIN.
FINE RAIN...HEAVY PLOPPING DROPS AND SOFT RAIN
THEY CALLED IT THE PINEAPPLE EXPRESS...BRINGING WARM SOFT BREEZES...WARM SOFT AIR TO BREATHE IN FROM HAWAII
WHAT A JOY FOR OUR PARCHED SOIL AND WITHERED DRY PLANTS
WASHING THE DIRT OFF OUR CARS. MAKING THEM SHIMMER AND SHINE
STEPPING OUT ONTO THE PORCH I CAN HEAR THE THUNDER OF THE FROG SONGS AND THE DRIP DRIP DROP OF THE RAINDROPS SPLASHING ON THE STREET
THE WET PAVEMENT SHONE BRIGHTLY IN THE LIGHT OF THE STREET LAMPS
THE MATS ON THE CHAIRS COVERED WITH BITS OF DIRT LEFT BY VISITING CATS WHO TAKE COVER FROM THE STORM
I SHAKE ONE MAT ONCE...TWICE...THRICE... INSTANT SILENCE...THE FROG SONG STOPS AND I AM SAD.
THE AIR IS COLD...I LOOK AROUND AND WAIT AND LOOK.
THE SONG IS SILENT...I WAIT
THE AIR IS COOL...I WAIT
AND THE SONG AGAIN BEGINS
I AM HAPPY...I LISTEN
I DON'T SIT...I LISTEN AND SMILE
SOUNDS I LIKE ARE HAPPENING.
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