A Day of Precipitation
The window is a good place
To look out
When it rains beautiful to see
From a warm room
A bookshelf of old friends
Some remembered others
Rediscovered
So let it rain, rain, rain.
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Yes, I enjoy the rain outside especially when it hammers the conservatory roof. It's hard to explain. I get a sort of peaceful feeling. Your poem is spot on, Oskar.