Windows of Rain

“No poems or rhymes on eastern time.
Rain of the day, chases away the songs of the south. Warmth from my mouth.
Yet…
Let it be said in the pause of the ride,

Gazing through windows of
Green countryside.

The dogwoods in bloom,

Sing a new tune.

Azaleas shout out,
“Spring is about!”

Farmhouses and hills
Delight in the rain,

As bursting buds

Joyfully,
Praise forth Your Name! ”

“Make a joyful noise to the LORD,
All the earth;
Break forth into joyous song and
Praise!”
Psalm 98:4 (ESV)

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Poem by denisebalog
Traveling Eastern Pennsylvania