Rain
I like to think That when it rains, the thunder encloses our small city In a soft gray blanket. We...
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Posts by By Celie Kreilkamp
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I like to think
That when it rains, the thunder encloses our small city
In a soft gray blanket.
We are cut off from the complications and distractions
Of the outside world
And all there is
Has been
An...
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I like to think
That when it rains, the thunder encloses our small city
In a soft gray blanket.
We are cut off from the complications and distractions
Of the outside world
And all there is
Has b...
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In a comic explosion of feathers,
the hens race to the safety of a compost pile.
I wave a dirty dish rag after them, a warning not to get
too close
to our first outside dinner of the year.
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