Come Rain Come

Come, rain, come!
Swirl with the mists of intrigue
Like the ethereal wisp of whistles
Shrouded with mystery
And enchanting

Come, rain, come!
Patter with the kiss of butterflies
Like the gentle blend of voices
Infused with salve
And healing

Come, rain, come!
Fall with the gift of life
Like the soothing tap of marimbas
Blended with tonic
And quenching

Come, rain, come!
Pour with the pulse of ages
Like the rhythmic beat of drums
Stirred with emotion
And invigorating

Come, rain, come!
Storm with the cry of battle
Like the mighty clash of cymbals
Consumed with passion
And transforming

Come, rain, come!
Arch with the bow of promise
Like the haunting wail of saxophones
Imbued with colour
And inspiring

Wayne Visser © 2005


Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together nature poems by Wayne Visser, celebrating the diversity, beauty and ever-changing moods of our planet. The anthology includes many old favourites like “I Think I Was a Tree Once” and “A Bug’s Life”, as well as brand new poems like “Monet’s Dream” and “The Environmentalist”. Then as we turned our faces to the moon / Our hands entwined, our hearts in sync, in tune / We felt the fingers of the silken breeze / And made our wishes on the falling leaves / A gust of wind set off a whispered sigh / Among the trees that leaned against the sky.  Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.