Rainstorms

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Photo by Max LaRochelle on Unsplash

The storm clouds open and the thunder rolls

The steady stream turns into a torrential flow

I look at the heavens and ponder deep in my soul

Why does it rain wherever I go?

Some are blessed with sunshine and ease

They frolic through life with hardly a care

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Debbie Miller

I am a child of the universe, poet, philosopher and idealist and teacher.