Buckets of rain
Pouring
Down, down
Cleansing
Winter grime from the
Ground, ground
Wind like
A lion’s roar
Sounds, sounds
Whipping
Soaked leaves all
Around, around
Behind cloud’s veil
Sun is
Bound, bound
Wondering where
Spring can be
Found, found
Out of My Write Mind 
Soon, soon! 🙂
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OK, OK!
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Nice use of repetition – effective for this poem.
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Thanks.
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Welcome
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I do like reflections caught in puddles. It sounds like you’d prefer some sun though 😏
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Yes, I’m ready for the clouds to part!
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So lovely picture to go with your words
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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Oh Sandy, this was great! Love the picture and poem!
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Well, we finally have sun today…..after about a week of clouds!
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Sunshine truly brightens the spirit!
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It makes a huge difference!
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