The true sound of spring:
Raindrops drumming, gently
On metal porch roof
Porch time in spring means
Sipping hot tea with a book
Wrapped in a blanket
By summertime it’s
Insistent cacophony
Of evening storms
Thunder mixed with the
Loud beat of rain, augmented
By lightning flashes
In fall, the rain comes
Less and catches on leaves in
The gutters, cascading
Watching leaves turning
And birds heading south in vees
A tinge of sadness
In winter, snow falls
Silently on the porch roof
A soft white blanket
Warm winter days bring
Short porch stints to soak up sun
Gorgeous, snow-capped views
Spring is my favorite
A harbinger of summer
And rooftop music
Hope-filled days of warmth
New birth erupting from earth
Days growing longer
