Calling for Rain

rain It rained pretty well, today. I love that sound, but I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Maybe its because something was missing. Dad always liked to call when the weather was getting bad.

Calling for Rain

Rains
Today
In buckets
Poured from Heaven,
Came unannounced for
There was no call
Like before,
When it
Rains.

Dad
Is gone
And silent.
He sees no more
Rain, from underground.
There is no phone,
No questions,
No more
Dad.

Up
Above,
In my heart,
I see him there
Crying for our pain.
His tears for us
Bringing rain;
Falling
Down.

Calls
From Dad
About weather
Now sound just like
The thunder we heard.
I still hear him,
In my heart:
All those
Calls.

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About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
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