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Comes the Rain

Raindrops hit the metal roof in a dancing melody The night a dark aura of deepest ebony Softly comes the wind to whisper to the clouds As sleep beckons through the quiet shrouds I wrap myself in the softest down of security Trees release the rain in gentle cascades fall The ground welcomes moist kiss from the sprawl And I, curled upon my bed, a voyeur of nature Realize her features upon my canvas portraiture And paint with colors the storms light winter shawl written 9-20-2019 San Pedro, Guatemala copy right protected 2019

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Reason A. Poteet

Date: 9/24/2019 8:36:00 AM

Great imagery, Jeanne. Loved this one too on my romp through your quintellas this AM. Awhile ago, my grandson asked me, "Why is your grass white, Nana?" We are praying for rain. Two lines to remember: "As sleep beckons through the quiet shrouds / I wrap myself in the softest down of security"

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 9/24/2019 8:56:00 AM

The mornings here in San Pedro have been so chilly I curl up in the blankets for a few more minutes all comfy and warm...so glad not to have snow...sending our afternoon rains your way!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 9/20/2019 11:37:00 PM

Can just hear the pitter patter of those rain drops Jeanne, Hope you're having a wonderful time. Greetings from Turkey. Tom.

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 9/21/2019 7:14:00 AM

It is a glorious morning after the rain here...Spanish classes start on Monday so I have a couple of days to play...will probably never make it to Turkey! Have a wonderful day Tom.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/20/2019 10:18:00 PM

Being a poet and a painter, this appealed to me in every single way from a variety of directions.

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 9/21/2019 7:15:00 AM

What do you like to paint? It's a lovely sunrise here this morning after the rain.