the rain bird



some more rain

the wind increases

moving grey clouds above

seagulls hovering riding the wind wave

want to be a bird

to ride the wind wave

water pellets smashing against the windows

the wind wave is passing through them

windows are now musical

with the sounds of water drums and wind pipes

happy to be inside, but still want to be a bird

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4 Responses to the rain bird

  1. Gordon says:

    Hi Faith…..nice post…you and Scott must have that same poetic gene. Hope all is well over there. Later, G

  2. Kellie says:

    Makes me want to grab a blanket and a cup of hot tea.

    Great poem Aunt Faith.

    Can’t wait to hear (read) more one day.

  3. Darlene says:

    I like it Faith… are so talented…….you and Scott are pretty good at that kind of stuff….Love ya!!

  4. TotallyAngel says:

    I want to hear the music. while I snuggle in bed on clean sheet day… watching a great movie… or reading a book. I want to hear the music.

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