I fondly remember,
When I was a kid
Listening to the rain
While in my featherbed.
With Lightning flashING,
AndThunder rolling
Me, Relaxing in bed,
With fireplace roaring
As the rain fell,
I felt proof
That all was well
Under my tin roof.
Tree limbs blowing
Against my window.
Rain drops falling,
In perfect Tempo.
A strong wind,
Blows through the trees,
Then settles to a soft
And gentle breeze.
The rain stops falling,
Giving further proof,
That all is well
Under my tin roof.
Willie P. 9/18/22
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Author Notes
Better, more relaxing sleep-in rain, lightning and thunder. Great under a tin roof.
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