The Rain, A Pounding Blanket

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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