Musings

The Rain

It’s raining tonight.
I hear every drop
As it hits my metal roof.

Night time is here,
The time when dreams come.
The time when rain makes them real.

Rain makes me remember things.
Rainy nights open the door,
To the memories of sunlit days.

Rainy nights open the door,
To memories of quiet nights,
Your warmth and your smile.

Rainy nights open the door,
To thoughts of what was,
Of love and what was lost.

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About Bob Kallberg

Retired reporter. Concentrating now on recounting Joanie's 12 year battle with cancer, a battle she waged with extreme courage, determination and an indomitable spirit, that, for me, serves as an example.
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