Living in wheat country rain is like a deity as it has the power to make or break a farmer. It is more sought after and considered more precious than gold. It is green when falling on seedlings and gold on mature stalks. It can drown a crop or wash away its roots or let the soil blow away in drought. Rain can be a cruel mistress but then she is the earths blood and we can't survive without her. Sorry for getting so wordy I just wanted to show you how differently I view rain but you did say soothing rain. Having rain in the weather forecast everyday makes my arthritis ache and me a grumpy old man, isn't it great when your readers get so involved they over look your words and ramble on with their words? That is a good sigh that your work is toughing them and that is the best thing a writer can hope for, good job my friend. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
No problem! I've actually posted a new poem as well right now :) I've also posted a prologue for my .. read moreNo problem! I've actually posted a new poem as well right now :) I've also posted a prologue for my new story :)
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