Rain

A damp wind blows,
here nothing grows.
Big drops bust,
in gulping dust.

 Iron roofs start their song to sing,
about the relief the rain drops bring.

 Hidden seeds start to grow,
where dry winds used to blow.

Reviews

[just Penny]

I like the variation of style and format here, works well. The whole topic of rain and all that it brings I always enjoy. The poem starts with barrenness and ends with new growth from what seems to be nothingness. Nice write :)