Here comes the rain,

To me not a pain,

The rain brings with it a cleaning,

A Mother Nature’s clearing not intervening…

Her broom is her wind,

Brushing away with it all allergies,

Her thoughts are specifically defined,

Over that of the bulk of mankind…

So now to enjoy the forthcoming months of winter,

Gotta love the snow and cold in all its beauty,

The fire in the hearth leaves always a warming cinder,

While I sit wrapped in a blanket of warmth, reading is my duty.

© -ed- 9/29/20