rain rolls down the side of the smokys
into the valley and we rejoice at its
deliverance... crops are fed and some
destroyed by it appearance... still we
rejoice at its deliverance... children
play in the puddles of rain, vehicles
hydoplane into trees and fences and
we rejoice at its deliverance... water
is caught in barrels and used for baths
and cooking as well as houseplants
that were given to us by unknown
and unfamiliar relatives... we find
ways to rejoice at its deliverance...
hearts and souls are uncovered by
the dismal life we have chosen to
live while other point the finger at
us claiming we are rednecks and a
tad uneducated in the finer things
that life has to offer... we rejoice
in its deliverance, understandng we
are the ones sought out by the rain
that ran down the side of the mountain
in the hopes of finding where we live.
11 December 2022
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