It always seems to retore my Faith
So I look forward to Autumn rain;
It happily beams blessings to me
Walking under wet-dripping tree lanes.
In November rain I’d love to stay
To me it holds such Thanksgiving bliss;
It seems to elegantly wash away
Every melancholy gray mist.
It makes me feel warmly connected
To my dear Creator each rainy day;
It’s then I thank God for my blessings
And I give Him Autumn Praise.
Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets
Grand Prairie, Texas