Rain

The wood is heavy
drowned in the rain
like a wet cat.

A fox turns inside his hole
protected of brushwood
waiting for brightnes.

The spruces trunks
in the storm.

When the sun comes back
everything is perfectly
cleaned up.



Poetry by jimmiH
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Written on 2006-02-05 at 19:55

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A poem which conveys the feeling of rain in the nordic forest in an excellent way. No word is superfluous, everything feels just right. Thank you for this read!
2006-02-06