A Rainy Morning At the Lake
Softly the droplets rustle the leaves
The lake is alive with a thousand ripples
All else is still, no breeze is evident
When suddenly the drummer picks up the beat
A crescendo of pattering now resounds
The atmosphere is alive as the lake boils
For a moment there is anger in the air
It only last but a spell, as peace is soon restored
And softly the droplets rustle the leaves once again
Peace abounds, life giving liquid falling from heaven
Joy surrounds the lake this morning
Not from all of nature’s storming, this is not the fate
The grandness is hidden on this auspicious date
In the fact I stopped and watched just a while
A rainy morning at the lake
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