-A group poem by the patrons of the Roy B. Culler, Jr. Senior Center on February 6, 2014.
When the sun comes out I’m as happy as can be,
I’m happy to see the sun and feel the warmth.
After the rain, I smell the flowers and the breeze coming,
After the rain.
After the rain, its warm and cuddly and maybe I can see a butterfly.
The joy to see the earth refreshed after the rain.
I feel good after the rain.
I smell very sweet smells after the rain.
After the rain, I’m glad it quit so now I can go play.
After the rain, the birds are whistling.
If the rain could talk it would say I made the world glisten.
I like to watch the rain drip off the leaves.
If you walk under a tree it drips on your head.