November rains beat down
On dusty roads.
Gardener and Artist in one.
Sitting here watching raindrops
Race down to the pane.
Win or lose, they all become rain.
Rain showers always form
Yearnings for warm food
And mothering.
After the rain,
Comes cleansing clarity
And the desire for new beginnings.
Ode to rain... ceased due to Monotony.
I wonder
What rain feels like?
On dusty roads.
Gardener and Artist in one.
Sitting here watching raindrops
Race down to the pane.
Win or lose, they all become rain.
Rain showers always form
Yearnings for warm food
And mothering.
After the rain,
Comes cleansing clarity
And the desire for new beginnings.
Ode to rain... ceased due to Monotony.
I wonder
What rain feels like?
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