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Written by Wayne Adam
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I wrote this poem during a rainstorm in spring. Rain is a very creative force.
Gentle thoughts on gentle rain,
Droplets fill the window pane
Each drop lamenting sweet refrains
Of dreams that have remained
Patterns dance upon the glass,
Stirring thoughts of now and past,
Of love and life’s enduring times—
All the thoughts entwine
Patterns change, a sweeping rain,
Bring memories yet explained,
Cleansing all the doubts and fears—
The rhythm is all you’ll hear
Droplets smeared across the pane,
Faded patterns to none remain
Clouds part, the sun appears—
Thoughts and dreams still linger here.
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wonderful
