Here Comes The RainA Poem by PeteInvariably our best nights were those when it rained - Thoreaudancing a stealth, soft-shoe samba overweight and indignant swollen, clouds find their way over the horizonpregnant with precipitation
tears of truth's innocence squeezed like lemonade not to be denied as they clash with fairness perceived dark and stealth ushering in a different kind of wealth robbing peter to pay paul no apologies pride cometh before the fall of all the unmitigated but welcomed, needed gall © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on December 31, 2024 Last Updated on January 2, 2025 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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