Rain

There’ll be extra blankets on the bed tonight.

Winter’s chill is in the air.

Once more the leaves tumble to the ground

And the trees all look so bare

While the rain comes down.

The dreary dampness is our companion

As Summer bids us adieu

And the fog comes in like a thief in the night

Which really spoils our view

While the rain comes down.

C.J.H. ~~ 1975

--- Christina Hare

 

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