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Rainy Day

Drip, drip, drip, drip
Into the water I want to slip
Chills run down my spine
That sweet warm water will be mine

Heat runs through my veins
As I watch the pouring rain
The chills slowly subside
As I ache to go outside

Instead I choose to sit
And watch my granny knit
A sweater that will be for me
I really should let her be

Looking down at my mug
The chills begin to tug
I see mom out in the rain
Better put on the kettle again

October 9, 2011

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Beata Agustin April 9, 2024 at 8:10 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed."

Poet Destroyer A February 15, 2016 at 11:35 AM Jessica,, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Audrey Haick October 9, 2011 at 2:54 PM I enjoyed reading this delightful poem, Jessica. I love rainy days too..as long as I can have a cup of hot chocolate or some coffee! Keep sharing! Love, Annalise