Questions rain down from heaven <br />like a gentle rain; <br />a rain that started pouring when <br />so young I discovered <br />that answers came from mum. <br /> <br />Then the gentle rain turned <br />into a storm of letters, sums <br />history and natural geography; <br />oh how that rain came down <br />and teachers hurried on. <br /> <br />And now, <br />in a quiet restful glade of life, <br />lit by morning sun, <br />I see the clouds gather <br />and know that more will come. <br /> <br />What they will ask I cannot say <br />but each one will join and form <br />a pool of water at my feet; <br />light reflecting my image <br />as silent, still I gaze.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-longer-jumping-in-muddy-puddles/
