Deluged

On rainy days

The storm outside rages

Wind bending the stoic trees

 

On rainy days

Your busy world succumbs

Everything slowing to a crawl

 

On rainy days

The storm inside quiets

Nature reminds our minds to whist

 

On rainy days

She washes the streets

No people with their thoughts

 

On rainy days

We are excused

To sip a tea guiltlessly

 

 

 

 

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