Rainstorm

Poems and Things

Life is still in a rainstorm.

Where I sit and my knitting keeps me warm.

There when the dreamy drip-drop song staccatos,

I dash away my worries and, “I’ve got tos.”

Life is still in a rainstorm.

It whirls my worries downstream.

I close my eyes, rich with wonder.

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for.

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