Cats and dogs, said the rain,
of such is the end of summer.
Not for itself, not for the want of trying,
cloud arrived and what fell was a mercy;
the earth, thirsty after so much sun, was glad.
© BH, 2024
This was an exercise with our local writers group. Seemed to go well, I thought. Now it’s your turn!
Four verses, four illustrations. But it’s all one poem.
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