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Let Us Stay A Bit Longer

Whoot. Whoot. Whoot. Whoot. Train whistle calls.
Ururururooooo  Ururururooooo Ururururooooo  Rooster crows.
The winds sounds like she is throwing herself into the fray of sounds.
The day drops twenty degrees in about five minutes. Possibly time to go in.

Not yet, my inner voice says.
Let’s stay a bit longer, my soul agrees.
One rain drop.
Then another.

My notebook is getting wet.
My pen streaks across the page. 
I watch the drops weaken the paper,
Forcing me to go inside and listen to the blower.
I have dog hearing.

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Date: 1/9/2019 7:21:00 AM
Now that could get painful! Better get a dry notebook and pen that pain.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/9/2019 9:46:00 AM
It is perfect for a teacher; I hear them all, and I do not hesitate to ask them to please keep their "business" to themselves, startling them.