Late last night
Rain's soft music
lulled me to
sleep.
Thunder mumbled;
then
Burst the quiet,
a revival preacher
drumming his
message
into my
Soul.
Lightning soon
took up the
Baton,
flashed her
notes across
the bedroom
Wall:
No dreams
tonight!
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4 comments:
I feel it. You are so good.
Awww, thanks, Lea!
Gorgeous. See? There is at least one advantage to being an insomniac.
Also - again... I'm sorry about my careless tatt remark. My edit button was in the shop last night.
No worries, Deb! I was not offended at all. And thanks for the sweet compliment.
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