Rainy Morning

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    Rainy Morning
    Water runs down the window pane
    As the sky laughs out loud
    Moisture travels in a snake trail
    Along the bevel of the glass
    Gentle summer warmth
    Whispers a song to the flowers
    We share coffee and conversation
    Muted by the gentle tapping
    Of the rainy mood
    And I forget that she
    Is my mother
    And that we are of different
    Generations and attitudes
    We are joined by
    The moment and the
    Mutual feeling of the
    Rain and life

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    Hoosierpoet commented on Rainy Morning

    05-09-2009

    A lovely picture and mood you set with this little poem. I have always loved the rain, be it a thunderburst and downpour, or a slow all day long soaker. When I was young and at home on the farm, the rainy days were like vacations to us, and we could spend the day together inside the house as a family and play games or put puzzles together. That mood of family and togetherness still grabs me every time it rains. This is a lovely poem. Moses
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    Cheri

    05/31/2009

    Thank you so much for the feedback. I also was raised on a farm and I remember those rainy days. the sense of family was comforting. We still had to run outside and do chores though!

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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