The Rain Ghosts

All of God's creation sleeps after the rain.

The forest breathes in tears of cherubs,

and the worms come out to play.

As I walk among the sweet briers, 

leaves sing beneath my feet.

A requiem for heartbroken giants.

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

Great poetry here! Brief but beautiful!

[Petrichor]

Thank you very much. :)

[Gaia Octavia]

Nice imagery. Especially the line about the leaves underfoot ☺

[Petrichor]

Thank you!!