paulhp poetry

solemn quiet days of rain
percolate peace into my bones
and makes the world a gentler place to be
everything stops to listen
trees and sodden hedgerows
gables porches and stoops
passing cars will slow in reverence to the call
listen
listen
and for a time there is nothing else to do but that
to listen
to fold back into the memories of who we are
open our culverts and let the clutter drain away