Grey clouds swollen with drops
surround a cabin deep in the woods
sitting on a
stool with coffee
he looks at as a gentle rain moves in
trying hard to forget a broken past
he raises his head and sees the lightning
cold air fills the porch
and then a chill
he goes inside to build a small fire
panes of glass the sky darkens
on the pines water pours and trickles
he sighs and thinks of his life
A banjo plays in his mind and lifts
his soul and washes away the pain
like the rain that is pouring from the sky
the orchestra beats upward and soothes
He goes back to the porch
and watches
the evening sun returning to its home
one of his dogs
raises his head and speaks
night comes very easy now and bathes him
The rain beats heavy now on the roof
from his view a transformation forms
a new determination to look forward
and never look back again
page 152-153 Cowboys and Witches by John K Bucher
Beautiful poem! Relaxing! Rain helps me sleep like a baby!
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome!
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