Friday, November 19, 2021

Me and the Rain.

 Me and the Rain. 



                   I do not know where it is coming from or where it is going.  But stops with the feelings of the heart.  Coffee with cold in the rain is something we all love.  The whole environment is wet.


  The trees bent down to the ground in great pain.  But I love that feeling too.


  The animals are looking for hiding places. The petals of the flowers are broken.  But I love to see that rain. 


 The poor get wet.  Losing places.  But I also love to look at that rain. 


 Loving the rain is also a very selfish thing to look at.

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