Hushed And Silent
By Linda A. Copp

Hushed and silent,
the rain trickles down.
Hushed and silent,
upon the ground.

Fears rushing past me,
the mind has not slept.
Tears rushing through me,
the heart has wept.

Hushed and silent,
the rain trickles down.
Hushed and silent,
upon the ground.

The thunder crackles,
 across angry skies.
The lightening flashes,
and strikes nearby.

By Linda A. Copp
 ©July 4, 1969