Do you like the way the sun glistens on the trees
After the rain ends and the sun relieves
You may like the rain on a tin roof patter
Snuggling in bed when cold doesn't matter
The sky will broil and roll as the front moves in
As we wait for the life giving rain to begin
For there has to be a balance being honest
For sunny days also means rain must be a promise.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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