I love a old gravel road <br />with numbers (no name) <br />on hot summer evenings <br />still wet from the rain.. <br />Where Deep in the silence <br />i hear not a sound <br />as nature is drinking <br />from A water soaked ground.. <br />soon there's a chatter <br />of birds in the trees.. <br />shaking their feathers <br />as they hide nieth the leaves. <br />I park near the curve <br />Just to listen to things <br />like left over rain drops <br />falling after the rain.. <br />Just looking at trees <br />and those things inbetween <br />after a late evening shower <br />is a heart warming thing... <br />as the warmth of the day <br />starts to rise from the ground.. <br />i see fog is forming <br />and head back to town. <br />There's nothing as peaceful <br />that i can name.. <br />as the smells of a backroad <br />After the rain... <br /> <br />connetta jean<br /><br />Connetta Jean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-rain-17/
