Ramblings from Ken Owen
Monday, April 1, 2013
She Is Like The Rain
And the rain came
as tapping fingers on window panes
and rhythmic dancing down metal gutters.
With reverent gaze
I let the joy of natures beauty
wash over me and fill me up,
comforting,
soft and lovely.
She is like the rain.
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