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Late hours, rain pouring outside my window
Passing showers, thunder clamoring, and I know
It’s the time, when I find the words so easily
When they rhyme, thoughts coming on, so peacefully
What is it, about the sounds of nature’s wrath?
Why do I sit, instead of seeking out its path?
To wander about, feel the water on my face
I have no doubt, I’d get lost in such a place
Instead I’m here, listening instead of being
How I wish to disappear, the power surely freeing
To get lost, in a world outside this room
At any cost, to do away with all this gloom
But here I stay, my fingers speak of what I see
In every way, I shall remember, this is me
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Deep and interesting poetry, especially when one considers that we are mostly made of water. 🙂
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True, but how many really know that? 🙂 Thank you, Tom!
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It’s the rhythm of the rain that seduces the poetic side of us. ☺❤
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A wonderful write. Water can be healing, refreshing, and sometimes the perfect remedy.
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Thank you! I”ve always looked at rain as angel’s tears, they cry for you, so you don’t have to…it’s comforting 🙂
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Oh, that is an amazing thought.
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That, or a cloud sneezed, or lemonade. The lemonade is what my dad used to tell me when there was a storm. The angels are having a party, the lightning is them playing with the light switches, the rain is lemonade, and the thunder is actually a bowling party. My dad was an awesome bowler. I had no reason to doubt him lol
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LOL
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This was a really wonderful poem! You pulled me in so easily with rain and storms! I know exactly what you wrote about as it happens to me too. Severe weather must super charge the air or something. I love to write in storms! Thanks so much for sharing this. It was such a delightful read. Love the lines – “my fingers speak of what I see In every way, I shall remember, this is me”. I think you may have left me a little seed!
xoxo
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Plant away, my friend! Love to hear this!! xoxo
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I Love this!! ❤
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Thank you very much, Penny!! ❤️
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