Collective Weather
Weather always comes and goes.From rain in the south to the ole' dust bowl.
The thing that brings us such delight.
Can feel our soul with fear and fright.
Rain, water drops from the sky.
Can leave our problems high and dry.
This also soaks the ground with life.
Memories of last good-byes.
Snow, a winter wonderland.
Euphoric feelings and white sand.
Imagination's rampage come alive.
The kind of magic that makes us survive.
Clouds, overcast for sunny days.
The absence of hotness and the skies rays.
Pictures above and dreams gone wild.
Another playground for every child.
Rainbows, A gift after the storm.
A mini show the skies perform.
The sights just take you away.
The colors above, what a beautiful array.
Weather always comes and goes.
From rain in the south to the ole' dust bowl.
The thing that brings us such delight.
Can feel our soul with fear and fright.
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 23:16
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