Steaks sizzling upon a grill
Leaves moving mindlessly
Fabric gliding across a lover
A cautionary whisper
An eddying mountain stream
Tall grass swaying in the breeze
Skis through powdered snow
Such are the sounds of rain.
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Excuse me if I'm in front, Or behind on a poem each day, Sometimes the real world intrudes, And that's all I have to say.
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