With that pouring rain
its pattering puddles
and rolling thunder
my thoughts wander off
silently drifting afar
to wooded fairy glades
where the rain streams make
across once dried beds
misting mushroom are watered
and nestled birds upon their nest
my thoughts imagine a forest
of wonderment quiet and rest
a happy place in a far off land
yet as near beyond my window
I dare not pull the curtain back
for my drifting peace
would see reality all wet.
~ David De Lane Snow
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