Summer Rain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer Rain

Many clouds made a sky of solid gray
Lightening of purple followed by drums
Not letting into the back yard to play
On the porch wondering if the sun comes

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Chitter, shatter, of many useless things
While we look for some monsters in the sky
She steadily rocks in Polish she sings

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Listening to the wind in the pear trees
She now sings my favorite lullaby
In unison with the late summer breeze

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Without ever stopping we laugh aloud
Caused by a silly breeze who was not shy
Came toward us with water well endowed

Now it’s but I who rock away alone
She is gone, gone for oh so many years
Feel she watches over me from her throne
In the summer rains I shed many tears