Storms
Autumn was my favorite time to play when I was young
Weather wet and wonderful is worthy to be sung
Rain is restitution for a summer hot and dry
How I love the season when the clouds are passing by
Once I loved the little things that celebrate a storm
Worms and slugs and all the bugs that wake up to perform
Snails were my favorite friends to keep me company
I could spend all day with them whenever I was free
Leaves of green were golden by the gilded gift of Fall
Picking up the red ones was a royal lift for all
I remember raking leaves to make the piles high
All my friends would jump on them to make the colors fly
When the rain was falling and the gutter flow was fast
We would race our paper boats and hope for some to last
Most of them would tumble in the water and be lost
Maybe they were memories that justify the cost
How I love the rainy days when wild things are free
To linger on a grateful lawn and bathe in victory
The thunder and the lightning are like music to my ears
A flashing, crashing symphony of symbols through the years.
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