Running Away Again
It’s only a creek, sometimes mostly dry,
but the June rains bring the clay
and it rushes past my door.
I hear the rain as it dances on my roof.
The leaves dance too. All the birds
disappear while waiting for a break.
I love the sound as the water rushes by.
The stream has turned yellow. It swirls
around curves and over grassy banks.
Yellow, so yellow
running away again
running away again…………………………
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Love how you end this one, the creek running away, taking us with it. Very nice.
Thank you Bill. I’ve always loved a rainy day.