Remembering Rain

Cool mornings knock my door
open up to a day once more
trees stand firm and true
wind caresses the leaves in you

High above the sky with cloud
dark the thunder voice is loud
rain is falling like before
on the windows on the door

I remember a long time past
in a tent by the river slow
fishing lines cast out there
as the rain fell everywhere

Remember it well my friend the rain
now I see you once again
wind is blowing I can see
a boy fishing with family....
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Posted: May 2011

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Comments (2)

SCatlyn
Aww... a boy fishing with family. Enjoyed this "Remembering Rain" purple heart
teddybear
christian22
hi scatlyn hey thanks for spotting this one...it goes back to my days in bristol england..one look at the rain and it pulled this memory out..thanks again...wave
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