Rain and Wind 

  

When I was a child 

I loved 

the sound of rain & wind 

on glass 

as I curled up warm 

under bedclothes. 

In front of this fire, 

I haven’t grown up

One thought on “Rain and Wind 

  1. Paul, I’m 58 years old and I am a child, too. I’m the “youngest” on a cold rainy afternoon, sitting on the porch wrapped in blankets. It takes me back to my youth, sleeping on the pick-nick table in a sleeping bag, snuggled down. Those were the nights.

    Don

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