Summer’s Best Gift
Gratitude for the metal roof installed
To forestall drips and cost, without
Knowledge that crass practicality
Denied all the best rewards in store.
Drought breaking rain heralded
With the pat pat pat and then
Resounding boom is a serenade
For me the barrel, dust laden road,
Thirsty tree and parched flower.
A nap under a rain blessed roof,
Gifts sounds of cooling streams,
Troubles prisoned and far aloof,
Promises kept in restful dreams.
Thatch or asphalt might suffice
But a poet needs the ring of water
Streaming from generous heaven
And loving father.
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I love this poem and the Kentucky summer rain.
‘a poet needs the ring of water’
Thanks Bruce – I love this line as well as the whole poem.
“Gifts sounds of cooling streams”
Nothing better than metal roof for rain, and touching ending
I love the rain blessed roof. There’s nothing like sleeping under a tin roof when it rains!
Thanks.
I also love to hear the rain in a hanger and a tent. I love the last two lines.
Yes this: a poet needs the ring of water !