November Rain
The rain is sliding down my window sill
ever so peacefully and calmly
the air is crisp and it has a bit of a cutting chill to it
the leaves are blowing around in swirls their colors hitting the rain puddles
November rain is here at last
ever so comforting is the thunderstorm as I slip into my bed with a book
I read to the beats of the thunder while the rain pours down my window
My mind eases and I relax to pitter pats that I hear
For the November rain is here
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