Where Are My Rain Boots?

An etheree poem

Rain
Coming
Down on me
Thunder roaring
Water rising high
All is wet, fresh, renewed
Sky is dark, grass is greener
Illuminating contrasts, as
In life; perspective is everything
And I can’t wait to jump in the puddles!

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