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Could this, perchance, be how it rains?
Not within the clouds, but far above
A whispering sound, harmonic strains
Against the coo of the mourning dove
A river wide, flanked by verdant hills
Trees and fronds lay still in the breeze
In the distant, the calls of the whippoorwills
Telling tales, as assuredly, they tease
For they know the secret, hidden so well
When the banks of the river do sigh
Water pours down from a heavenly cell
Tis how rain really falls from the sky
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Image by Iván Tamás from Pixabay
thereluctantpoet said:
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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L.K. Latham said:
Love the image and the tale of where the rain comes from.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thanks so much, LK! ☺️
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robertawrites235681907 said:
A lovely poem, Dorinda, and a most intriguing picture.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Robbie ☺️
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Annette Rochelle Aben said:
Ah!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Bet you didn’t know 😉
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Brenda Marie Fluharty said:
This is beautiful.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much 💜
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