Beneath the barrage of falling rain
As the tears from heaven flow down the drain
I hear the echoes down the lane
Tempest be the stormy waters in my sight
Amidst the gusty winds, this thunderiest night
No blustery cloudburst I employ
Beside the ocean swell, the torrent roared
Beyond the murky skies the stars await
But alas for now, I fear it’s all too late
Hail the barrage before the skies
That falls upon us in our lives
As raindrops fall from suburban skies
I stop to think, but to wonder why
Blustery gust along the brook
And yet the suburb had a charming look
We need rainfall. It is refreshing. Had a storm tonight. Lots of rain, sprinkling still. We cannot control the weather and will accept what it is when it comes, whether light or heavy. Our heavy burdens of life we must accept too, and wash it away by having faith.
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Be always safe,
Karen
Ron