In the wee hours while still napping,
ever gently came a rapping,
ever soft there came tapping
there, against the window pane.
Deep into the darkness peering
starless night no moon appearing
heavy clouds now commandeering
giving way to steady rain
The budding trees await the calling
of the rain, now heavy falling
that winter storms have hindered, stalling
staving springtime flower show.
The steady downpour falls for hours
sometimes softer, sometimes louder
soaking ground to tease the flowers
where yesterday there still was snow.
Day 12 Loosely based on Good Universe Next Door Prompt to pay homage to a favorite poet using a line from their poem. I did not choose one particular line, but instead chose two of my favorite poets, borrowing the style of one (Poe's 'The Raven), and the capture of change of seasons from another (Frost's 'Spring Pools)
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