It’s Raining


It’s raining, I mean it is really raining

Not just sprinkles, that make mud

Out of your car

I am standing  out in my

Front yard getting soaking wet

And no I’m not crazy

If you lived where I live

With Wells going  dry all over the county

Including mine

You would be standing out

In your front yard, looking

Up at the heavens and

Thanking God for

The sweet, blessed rain

From above

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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