the why of rain


the why of rain
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and sitting here
alone and content
at the worn wooden picnic table
just beyond the kitchen of our farmhouse,
sipping a glass of homemade iced tea.

in this quiet i hear
the soft clattering of
dinner dishes being cleaned,
and the voices of those i love
finding their way to my ears

and to my heart
from the half open window above the sink.
…now a steady pattering of raindrops through the trees.
how i so readily accept the why of rain
here on the farm, because

there are no
umbrellas parked in the foyer
and no scurrying for cover
to dodge every drop. i’ve
decided instead

to enjoy being wet. closing these eyes
i savor and absorb these warming drops,
as they dot my arms
and soak my hair.
i’ll agree

nod in approval with
this year’s crop, the budding
soybean plants who sustain our farm
when in unison whisper,
‘there is never a nuisance in the rain.’
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angel of words

for my new friends
at Poets Pub, for
d’verse Open Link Night

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.my Angel of Words
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you will find no fight in these fingers
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they are slaves to your gentle insistence
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find a willingness in this empty pen
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fill it with nuance and inspiration
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oh, Angel of Words
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cover me, in your earnest shroud
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cloak me, with your vocabulary
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help me hear the meter, divine the rhyme
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take me on a journey above the constant clouds
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………………………………………climb
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…………………climb
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climb with me into a clean
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and ever clear sky
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quiet this busy
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mind, erase
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horizons
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as we
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glide
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……..glide
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………………glide
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……………………softly into the
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………………………cradle of pure creativity,
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……………………only you can open these two eyes
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………………..when they believe there is nothing to see
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…………………………………………………..fly
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…………………………..fly
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…….fly
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with me over these uncharted landscapes
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……..steel my spine, help heal these tragic memories
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……………fill this fragile heart with bravery
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…………………..to face my unknowns and life’s every mystery.
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this song is an integral part of this poem, not the
tempo as usual but the mood it creates::::enjoy::::
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