The rain comes down
amassing large drops
from the leafy trees
branches an umbrella
above me hovering
The rain comes trailing
rivulets against asphalt
like black swirling
satin ribbons rushing
forth in the darkness
The tree frogs sing
their frog song chorus
penetrating the night
slicing through like
hot candle wax flowing
The rain comes still
as the tree frog sings
as we wait for another
generation to arrive
another life in the world
© October 2015
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
reneejustturtleflight.com 
I love the tale of the rain and the frogs and then ending with the coming of a new little soul into our world. Maybe the tiny girl has arrived by now…let me know.
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Thanks for the comment and I will let you know.
🙂
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Please do! 🙂
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there^s so much magic when a new baby is born
so you’re going to be a grandma soon?
so very cool
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Thanks Claudia! A great grandma for the third time but who’s counting. I had my family at a young age and with five children the babies just kept coming. 🙂
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Hey, its been some time ~ Glad you reconnected with me and hopefully we will see you around the community ~
So you are going to be a grandma, smiles ~ This is a cause for celebration ~
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Thanks Grace. I am actually already a grandma 13 times but this one is my third great grandchild and a girl so very exciting.
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Wow 13 times….I still have to wait for my first, smiles ~ Do link up with D’verse once in a while to reconnect with us ~ Our OLN, any poem, is coming up this Thursday ~ Have a good weekend ~
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Wonderful visual Poem Renee.. and the wait is now over.. how beautiful is she
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She is and such a good baby too. Thank you!
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She looks it Renee.. such a pretty baby xx
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The one in the tutu with yellow back ground is grand baby and the one above another photo I used. Thanks!
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A gorgeous evocation of the beauty of rain.
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Thank You once again. 🙂
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