I like to mound the pillows up
And sink into them
Until they fluff up around my ears.
I like to hear the rain on the windows and the roof
Especially a tin roof.
On a rainy day
Every thing is clean.
Clean and washed to start over.
Like the first day of a new man.
Puddles reflect trees, make them upside down
Like my life
Till it begins anew on a rainy day.
Then everything gets washed.
I can see straight
And start over....
Thank you God for rainy days.
There must have been a million new starts for me!
Like the puddles----I hope I grew.
Like the trees--------I hope I got stronger, deeper roots.
Like the skies--------I cried.
I tried.....
Give me more rainy days Lord.
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