Rain


The rain falls on thirsty ground
And the air is filled with a scent
That cannot be described,
I sit and watch it fall
Remembering rainy days of times past.
A weathered barn
A loft of hay
Rain that beat a steady rhythm upon a metal roof,
Love so wrong, but so strong. it would not be denied.
The rain was falling on that dusty road that lay ahead
And fell behind
As I drove away, from you,
To watch the rain alone.
Now when I close my eyes I see you
Sitting in the swing
On the porch. listening to the rain
Falling steady upon the metal roof,
Alone.

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Lynda C. Yeates has been writing poetry, songs, and stories for many years. Recently she became a published author of two novels and is working on a third. Lynda was born in the shadow of the Appalachians, and her poetry often reflects her memories of simpler times. Lynda now lives in Deer Park, a town near Houston, Texas. Lynda and her husband like to travel. They make trips to Ohio to visit family, including Lynda's mother and two sons. Creating is joyful; Lynda's desire is to share that joy with readers everywhere.