It's Raining - Poem by Linda Harnett
I must say I was glad to see the rain,
That fell and washed the ice and snow away,
Though beautiful it causes me disdain,
I cannot wait until I’m home again,
And home again where all is safe and warm,
All worry and concern are left behind,
A place of sanctuary from winter’s storm,
Where solace and sobriety, I find.
The rain now comes to paint the landscape green,
And moves us ever nearer to the spring,
When springtime comes new life and hope is seen,
Together with the joy the season brings.
Today I was so pleased to see the rain,
The snow is gone; you won’t hear me complain.
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