this rain, this hard
deluge
that's coming down
out of the
blackened sky.
it's lovely.
the rumble of thunder.
the cool
wind.
the strike of lightning
beyond
the hills.
it's music on the roof,
against
the window
pane.
let it rain.
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2 comments:
I like this little poem. Don't need the last line though.
i have trouble with last lines, always trying to wrap a ribbon around
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