Blame It On The Rain...

Blame it on the rain

It seeps from sky to pen

And draws from it a slow refrain

Of waning now-to-Then

Blame it on the song

That pools in ponds and lakes

Of leaf and lane, a madrigal

Of notes in circle-shapes

Blame it on the tune

Blue drip and drop can form

A love and longing Brigadoon

That takes a heart by storm

© Janet Martin

Thank-you Cyndy, for linking to an 'oldie' rain-poem today. I appreciate it.