Beautiful puffy clouds don't tell
the entire story: lovely h e r e,
but not everywhere. Way down
south, skies are dark, full of wind
and rain. Where I am, it's nice:
not complaining. Could be worse.
... and the stories they do tell, Karla... fact and fiction! The ones over here seem to enact the whole canon of Milton's Paradise Lost And Found on a daily basis. But, like you, I'm not complaining... just for a change! Paradise needs watering, after all... But you stay safe away from Mamma's wrath xx :))
Tis good their levee's held over southwest of you where the storm came ashore...wish I was there to see it, used to love big storms when they hit Sea Isle when I was young...Ed
It be hotter then Hell here, my air broke, had to spend 4oo to get er fixed, but that be money well spend to keep what little sanity I still possess! HUGS! From formly HOT In Mississippi
Hi Karla,I love it when the weather is nice,sometimes its not so bad when it rains,but not all the time lol.I like the ending of your poem.Its better to enjoy the weather especially when its beautiful.Very good poem.take care
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Sounds like you're getting a much-needed break from the weather! Stay strong! Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Beautifully written in so few words. A tinge of uncertainty suggested,
and yes, a feeling of "thankfulness" too.
Cynthia
Peace & love be with you
William
Be always safe,
Karen
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Peace,
Dan
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Edwin