A Downpour We Can trust
By David Smith April 6, 2010
The Pitter-patter of the pounding rain
Sounds like a voice with an unpleasant refrain.
Quiet as a whisper and loud as a thunderous roar;
Adjusting to weather can be a chore.
Relate it to a marriage; emotions are frail;
After the tears drop, through clear skies we can sail.
Seeing the beauty as drops slowly fall;
Anger as eyes snap and vocal variety will call;
It’s all the rhythm and part of the dance;
As life is lived, words reflected by chance.
That is the joy as the weather relates to us;
The down pouring, exquisite beauty of life we can trust.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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