by Sandra S Corona
Thursday, March 18, 2004
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In 1999, building our home in Prineville, Oregon,
the rain was a pain;
hubby would complain …
then our grandson said:“God, You forgot and left the faucet open and that is quite bad.
We’re building our pad
but Grandpa is mad.
Can’t paint in the rain.”
“Honey, God is just giving the thirsty earth a drink a very long drink;
our ladders sink … sad,
but we need rain bad.
“God,” our grandson said:“Look! Puddles everywhere! You are just making mud, things are playing.
“We’ll water the grass
if we move in fast!
Can’t paint in the rain.
Bet Your Grandma and Grandpa aren’t proud, didn’t do as You should …
flooded the neighborhood.
Can You send the sun
so we can have fun?”
When the sun began to shine, a smile spread over his face … divine.
We have peace of mind
when we stop to pray.
Let sun shine your way!
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|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Very good write, Sandy; thanks for sharing! Enjoyed~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|This one is very good and the memories thank you!!!|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Nice one. I guess you really have to love the rain to live in most parts of Oregon.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|lovely imagery ...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Sandy, I know the Sun is always shining your way; both the Sun in the sky and the Son of our Father. Check my song above your poem.
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