Through the gloomy
Dusk we knew
He would be here.
The sound
Of the wind
Alerted us
The cool breeze
Was well received
Drops that
Hit the window
Greeted us
The trees swaying
Welcoming the rain
The tear stained glass
Shared the arrival
Signs of
The visitor’s
Appearance.
I’m so glad I read your previous post on anxiously awaiting the rain. It made this poem that much more enjoyable knowing a bit of your background and relationship with “the visitor.” This was awesome. I think you inspired me to try a post writing in this style. Keep up the great work!
Lovely tribute to the coming of rain. This is a great sequel to your earlier post about waiting for the visitor. I think linking the two posts would be wonderful for your readers. LIke: “The sound / the wind,” “Trees swaying / welcoming the rain,” “The tear stained glass.” They evoke vivid images.
I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.
GIFTS 
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