It rains

The rain it raineth every day
It rains cookies at night
Kisses in the morning
Tears on a bad day
And cuddles supporting

The rain it raineth every day
It rains coffee on grey days
Chocolate for sads
Smiles every chance
And laughter as much as we can

The rain it raineth every day
It rains Schnitzel with noodles
Friendship in oodles
Happiness as we make it
And sweet smelling roses

It’s not quite there yet but I thought I share anyway

Kingfisher and Rain

May in Scotland

A lightning bold
Metallic blue
Dipped out of the canal
Into the trees

Flashes of blue
A bobbing jewel
Follows us
Along the water

A heavy scent, mixture of
Hawthorne, Bluebells, Lilac
Tangible, weights me down
Dash: the blue lighting bold
Emerges from the water
Stickleback in his beak

The successful hunter
Manages to hide amongst the trees
Before the downpour
We not

I stretch my arms to the sky
And laugh
Warm water rinses the heavy scent away
Replacing it with pertrichor
May in Scotland

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