The rain wants me
He is throwing what sound like pebbles at my window
He is strumming his fingers loudly on the roof
And whistles softly for me down the chimney
He is very much alone
And wants my company
And I am responding with a longing
That has no name
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2018 05:28
- Category: Reflection
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Good write Lorna. You got a brolly there?! The hail wanted me the other day here, and got me! Ouch! Like little stones it is.
And cold!!! Lucky so far........ no hail!
Thunder!!! Even better than rain............ and isn't it great that we share nature no matter where we are!
The sky is crying, the streets full of tears.
Seems a voice whispers, solely for my ears.
just an inspired thought from reading your piece thank you.
Thank you Dusk! I like!~
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