This is what I have heard
at last the wind in December
lashing the old trees with rain
unseen rain racing along the tiles
under the moon
wind rising and falling
wind with many clouds
trees in the night wind.
W. S. Merwin, American poet
I am certainly building quite a repertoire of rainy images, thanks to the weather. Some tell me, "At least you don't have to shovel it" but I would still prefer the white, fluffy stuff; that's why I
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