The sky is dark with clouds and rain
As people pass me by
I hold my special raincoat out
To keep them warm and dry.
The downpour washes over me,
My clothes are poor and thin.
I'm praying for a hint of sun
To warm my wrinkled skin.
And then amidst the storm and wind,
A sunkissed angel speaks,
And warms my chilled and bleeding heart,
The balm its beating seeks.
A bright and happy springtime breeze,
A light amidst the gloom.
A saving grace allowing life
To blossom and resume.
Author notes
Veronica's bubbling brightness is is joy to see and experience
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you made me feel the rain, the breeze and the warmth ....

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Awe dad this is so beautiful. Makes me think of the quote. " A baby is God's way of saying the world should go on" Not sure if I am interpreting this one right, but thats the vibe I get. Love it dad, always a pleasure reading your work, never disappointed. LOVE YOU MORE


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Wow, I really like this one, it gives a sense of hope, and faith all in a wonderfull way. Great write once again, and I hope all is well.
Lil-One

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I'm afraid I don't know Veronica. But as read in this lovely expressed verse. She must indeed be a bringer of light.


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Made me warm just reading this.
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Lovely and well-crafted, with excellent meter and rhyme scheme. I enjoyed the descriptions of nature and your background is beautiful, too. A very nice tribute to your friend.


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...charming, graceful, noble!
The downpour washes over me,
My clothes are poor and thin.
I'm praying for a hint of sun
To warm my wrinkled skin.
This is very easy to read, very down to earth, and still very enjoyable!

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Superb Plus +
Ah, 'tis a fine write, indeed. As always imagery; rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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Beutiful imagery and I love the message of hope!

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Yes, yes and yes
O God, how beautiful. This is the balm that allows us to go on, not just to survive, but to experience joy! Thanks,
crystallady

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wow
I no what it's like to have downpours pouring down on you. I no how this is after it poured just about every day in Maine before I left. It was very much a pleasure to read.

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You are too sweet. Many hugs!!!


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