It rained again last night and I
Thought of you. The rain has come
To be a signal and starts the
Memories stirring. Those aren't the
Only times I dream, but they are the
Special ones. Alone with my thoughts,
The rain falls and I wish I could be
With you. In time the rain will pass,
But I will look forward with anticipation
To the next time when I can say.... It
Rained again last night and I thought of you.
Beautiful photograph. Soothing poem. It was very romantic and yet, it was warm and soothing. It flowed like the rain in a river, Jim. You write very smoothly!
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
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thing about rain. A few
of my poems reflect that.
I'll be watching for your
work from now on.
A lovely poem.
Sigh...
Warm Love and Happy New Year,
*- Brittany -*