When the heavens roar with thunder
And bright lightning streaks the skies;
When the clouds downpour their fullness
On the ground that ‘neath them lies.
When the water runs in tricklets
Down a fogged-up windowpane,
How my heart contracts in wonder
As the earth soaks in the rain.
How I love the rain– I love it
When the wind blows through the trees,
Love the sound of distant thunder,
Love the thick, rain-scented breeze.
I love to see the storm clouds gather
Just before the storm,
And I love to watch sweet heaven
To see, as she does perform.
And I love to be at home when
Winds blow ‘gainst the windowpanes,
And I love to curl up, reading
While it rains and rains and rains.
copyright © 1988 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
