The rain
Patters Amongst these leaves.
I listen again
And ascertain,
That its the breeze
Midst these trees.
Yet it sounds the same
As rain.
The rain
Patters Amongst these leaves.
I listen again
And ascertain,
That its the breeze
Midst these trees.
Yet it sounds the same
As rain.
I love your descriptions of the sounds, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m so pleased you like it. Best, Kevin
That’s absolutely true. Especially Poplar trees. We have one behind our house and I often think it’s raining, but it’s just the leaves.
I love the poem.
You are luck to have that tree just behind your house, and I’m really delighted that you love the poem.
Best, Kevin