The Rains Came Poem by Paul Brookes
The Rains Came
the muse seems sad,
maybe it's the rain
but then inspiration has been gone along time.
rain on rain on rain falls
grey skies scudding in the wind
rivers flow fat and hard
yet still inspiration eludes.
the muse smiles through the tears,
I cannot help she says,
after all I'm only a voice in your head..
yes and the rain still falls
rain on rain on rain
and inspiration eludes
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