Poem: The Rain 2021

Photo credit: Inge Maria

The rain, beautiful, when body is not cold,

Laying on concrete, without a solid home:

The rain, beautiful, when lovers are holding,

Hands and music sings to the quiet soul:

The rain, the rain, the rain, is beautiful,

When thinking of a love one—who has passed,

That made, tears smile, while sitting alone!!!

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