Poetry

The Rains

Water droplets dripping slow

the cloudy bleary sky
Just a drop of golden sun
Glowing by the side.
The silver drops of gentle rain
And the chill breeze flowing by
And  I sit and think of you
And smile a smile inside.
I see bright umbrellas
Bobbing  up and down the roads.
And  a  little paper fire
Warming some weary souls
Now the cruel rain
Relentlessly pours
I still sit and think of you
And I smile some more.

A piping cup of coffee
Is sitting right by my knee
And there is a football game
Running on TV
The pouring rain has gentled down
To a drizzle , thankfully
And I smile at the craziness
That has become me.
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