When the clouds are crying,
We feel like crying too,
For when it rains, the heavy drops,
Obscure the distant view.
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That is what I did today Ernestine, by the time I had finished my chores it was cloudy, but I still went out on my sunbed and prayed for the sun to break through and it did for 90 minutes of bliss. So refreshing as is this charming poem. 10 from Tai, a little browner but not nose wise! lol
I have to admit to being in the Scarlett camp. It feels cozy and drowsy with the rain thrumming on the roof and windowpane, enjoying a good book and hot tea. -chuck
Ernestine, I have to say that I love this poem because it is so well written, and it really brings images to mind....but I may be a backwards child because I love the rain...such a mood maker, as opposed to an overdose of sunshine! ! Scarlett
Yeah - its funny how the weather can have such an effect on us - how we feel inside. Thanks for sharing Ernestine. Blessings - Jan x
Yes Ernestine, the wait can seem like an erternity, I hope that the dark clouds are eased away for you to feel the suns ray, Love duncan
Love your title 'when the clouds are crying' Very evocative... and your theme warms the heart. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx