The rain, a pounding blanket
Spread across this bed of earth.
The doors are closed, the lights are out,
But for a fire-lighted hearth.
A book, a coffee, and a throw,
Such medicine you cannot know.
The rain may stay,
The clouds be gray,
Yet inside I warmly glow.
Thanks for reading! Be Blessed!
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