Rainy Days
Awash in waves of ocean deep,
I sense the cat cross blankets creep,
With gentle paw she taps my nose,
Awakened by the storm she rose.
Aware the raging wind that swells,
Aware the tempest it foretells,
Aware the raining deluge falls,
Aware triumphant Spring who calls.
The cat now curled up near my head,
And, full awake I lay in bed,
Adrift as rain on rooftop plays,
Awash in thoughts of rainy days!
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 27, 2017
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