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It's Pouring

Crystal sheets down from the sky The day is hardly more than night. The steady sound surrounds me... My thoughts take magical flight. I go looking for old friends, Loves and lives that used to be. Places that I’ve never been... That my heart has longed to see. Roaming through the gardens, Flying down a rainbow slide, Tears and smiles intermingle... Truth and fiction side by side. Rainy days are perfecty times For dreaming the afternoon away. Wings of fantasy, take a ride… A glorious way to spend the day.

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Gerard Keogh Jr.

Date: 3/4/2009 12:03:00 PM

Very good. I wish that I had written thgat: "Crystal sheets..." Wghat a beautiful turn of the phrase. You should be proud of this. Solid! Thank you for your comments. They mean a lot to me. Regards, Gerard.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/1/2009 2:44:00 PM

Barbara, this is lovely and it's so true that the rain can provide great inspiration! Tears from heaven that grace the earth with nourishment. Nice verse! Carolyn

Sharon Winter

Date: 2/27/2009 5:21:00 AM

Dreamy, peaceful and enchanting write. One of those introspective days where imagination takes flight. Lovely to read. Love, Shar

Christy Hardy

Date: 2/26/2009 8:02:00 PM

I call these days of heavy rains, therapy for the soul, we can use them to recharge ,and create. love this, always, Christy

Laurie Ginn

Date: 2/26/2009 7:56:00 PM

Ohh I love a rainy day...they are made for the perfect snuggles and reflection. Nice job .