It rained for two days
Clouds, heavy with the remains
of Ida, cover the sky like a
sodden blanket tossed
over a clothes line
The rain gauge in the garden
overflowed and squirrels
birds, bees hunkered
down in whatever shelter they can find
A small leak appeared in my laundry room
and the ceiling dripped with the tears of Louisiana
❤️
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Wow – that last line! I am pleased you got away with just ‘a small leak.’
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Thanks 😊
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The ending lines are powerful.
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Thanks😊
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I do hope you are safe💜
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All is well here 👍
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I hope it stays that way 🙂
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This is a perfectly penned poem … the last line made me sigh out loud.
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Thank you!
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You blew my mind with this:
“A small leak appeared in my laundry room
and the ceiling dripped with the tears of Louisiana”
Really incredible writing.
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Thanks so much!
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Great write. The rains/remains, then the bits about the wet blanket. And of course the ending
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It seems that you were blessed with less damage than Louisiana and New York.
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