Tag Archives: Small Towns

Listen To The Rain

The melted snow falls heavy

On the softly frozen grounds.

Soft damp dirt is flowing

And sogginess abounds.

The rivers swell like egos

And the tin roofs play their tune

As the young folks cruise the city

And ponder whom to moon.

The church is serving soup today

While TV serves the news.

One small-town team knows victory

And one team sings the blues.

And every single raindrop

That hits earth, roof, or hair

Is happy in its wetness

And, of humans, doesn’t care.

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