On opening my mum’s back door
I hear the rain pour.
I shall not romanticise
Rain or death.
Man dies
And some are left bereft
Listening to the rain.
On opening my mum’s back door
I hear the rain pour.
I shall not romanticise
Rain or death.
Man dies
And some are left bereft
Listening to the rain.
I like this one, Kevin.
I’m delighted you like my poem, Vivienne
The rain will ever stay. Well done, Kevin! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you liked my poem.