Music in the rainA Poem by Your Tasty Field Advisor
With each tapping, dripping sound of the rain
I feel a little more at home
The rain comes to me like a mother’s soothing hand
Wiping away all of my pains.
With each tapping, dripping sound of the rain
I feel growth within the frozen earth
The rain comes and heals the winter scorched lands
Washing away the sad, dark winter.
With each tapping, dripping sound of the rain
I finally feel at peace with the world
The rain comes down like an orchestra for the world
Ending each and every note with great love.
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3 Reviews Added on March 31, 2008 AuthorYour Tasty Field AdvisorAboutdad, if you read this, you should know the facts before you start assuming that all the dark poems are about you. just saying that you arent always my muse to write thoes dark poems about. so, dont .. more..Writing
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