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Pitter patter of the rainy view from my porch Cars wiz by, some with urgency like there is really somewhere to be The rain splashes a cool mist upon my feet that's oh so refreshing The sun fighting hard to burst through the line of clouds, Maybe hoping to help turn this gloominess around, Pitter patter Pitter Patter of the rain falling hard The aroma of fresh coffee steaming from my cup Flowers lie in wait to gain what they need to bloom again Clouds zoom by as the rain tries to slow Pitter patter Pitter patter of the rain as it slides down the smooth surface of fresh growing tomatoes, A pink yard flamingo hiding behind the vines The newspaper sits in a plastic bag as it waits to be put inside It feels like the world is barely awake or maybe it's just me, There are so many feelings to feel and sights to see But good morning rain! You are welcome You are welcome from the place that you fell from The sound of rain dissipates as the sun shines near Pitter patter Pitter patt Pitter pa Pitter Pitt Pi
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
Good Morning
Pitter patter of the rainy view from my porch Cars wiz by, some with urgency like there is really somewhere to be The rain splashes a cool mist upon my feet that's oh so refreshing The sun fighting hard to burst through the line of clouds, Maybe hoping to help turn this gloominess around, Pitter patter Pitter Patter of the rain falling hard The aroma of fresh coffee steaming from my cup Flowers lie in wait to gain what they need to bloom again Clouds zoom by as the rain tries to slow Pitter patter Pitter patter of the rain as it slides down the smooth surface of fresh growing tomatoes, A pink yard flamingo hiding behind the vines The newspaper sits in a plastic bag as it waits to be put inside It feels like the world is barely awake or maybe it's just me, There are so many feelings to feel and sights to see But good morning rain! You are welcome You are welcome from the place that you fell from The sound of rain dissipates as the sun shines near Pitter patter Pitter patt Pitter pa Pitter Pitt Pi
A view from my porch one morning.
ian-j-caldwell
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ian-j-caldwell
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
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