tumblr_m52hbriJel1rwzae7o1_500I’m listening as it falls
in splats, sploshes and spits
against the glass then, down
into puddles and pools
to eventually drain and begin
the cycle again.

Sometimes a curse when
it shares too much of itself
Sometimes a curse when
doesn’t give enough.

Snow is beautiful as it
falls in silent dance
but, rain has music in all
of its noise.

Magic plays in each
drip-drop, splashing sound
seeps its way into my mind
to share a symphony of
Mother Nature’s blessings.

I’ll never curse the rain
for sharing the gift of
her presence.


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*So far, we’ve had two lots of snow. The last one we’ve had to shovel out from. I love seeing the snow but, hate shoveling, cold and ice too. Today it’s pouring down. 7c above zero but… I’m not complaining at all. 🙂 A White Christmas (for me) belongs on TV these days and, my bones and Timmy (the dog) agree.

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