“Let the rain kiss you.” Langston Hughes
Conversations With Rain Sometimes I like to walk in you, to let you run down my back, but today the birds have shamed me as I sit observing you, winter's gift, through my window while wrens frolic in your drops as if it were the cream of summer, and I remonstrate with you, be a little less intense, take a break, so I can venture with you, so far you haven't heard my plea, and here I sit, immobile, waiting for you to abate. Copyright 2022 Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I used to enjoy walking in a summer rain. (Not in a winter rain, though.)
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I don’t mind a winter walk in the rain now and again 🙂
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I enjoy a walk in snowfall, but winter rain is too cold. (Strange, how that works.)
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Yes, 2013 was the last time did walking in snow – Poland for New Years, wonderful.
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🙂
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I always wonder if birds tire of being wet, when rains continue for extended periods of time. At first glance it doesn’t seem to faze them one bit!
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No, they seem to just accept the moment (a great quality).
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Enviable. Wish I could do so more often.
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Yes, me too.
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love it
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Thank you 🙂
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I know, birds make us look like a bunch of woosies!
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They really do, once on a trail hike with ice on the tent no less, a bird flew in a perched on the travellers shelter gutter and dived in for a bath, I shuddered.
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Oh, good lord! 😨
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No pain I guess 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you Rupali 🙂
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A beautiful pensive poem
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I needed to focus back after those ranting ones, many thanks 🙂
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