Sun hides his face
For the clouds that swell and spill
A gentle rain
My mood is moot
For whether glad, or mad, or sad,
The rains will come
Like bane and blessing
Night and day
Learn to find comfort in rain.
Written in response to Kim881’s Quadrille challenge at d’Verse Poets’ Pub. This week’s theme is “rain,” and so fitting because there has been so much of it lately. This is my first Quadrille.
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Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2017