Franklin Price Poet Rhyme

A December Sunday Morning

A December Sunday Morning
By Franklin Price
12/4/2016

A December Sunday Morning
A little rain is falling down
It puts a smile upon my face
Not much future in a frown

God knows we need the welcome rain
Been in drought for quite awhile
Think I'll stay here in my night shirt
Enjoy the rain that made me smile

It's sounding off the tin roof
O'er the deck we have out back
A farm house sound first heard when young
A place some might think a shack

A comfort when I hear  it
Today and way back then
Proves there is a roof above my head
And a home that I'm within

On this December Sunday morning
And as you live from day to day
Be grateful that you have a home
May it always be that way



I thank God every day that I have always been fortunate to have a roof over my head and family and friends who love me. I may not always deserve them, but they're always there for me. May I always be there for them

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Daniel Turner December 4, 2016 at 12:43 PM Amen, Franklin. I too love the sound of rain on a tin roof. Really an enjoyable read:) Franklin Price December 4, 2016 at 2:14 PM Thanks Daniel, I knew there were others out there that liked the sound of rain om a tin roof. It doesn't surprise me at all that you're one of them. Thanks for visiting and enjoying. Merry Christmas