On the dusty earth-drum
Beats the falling rain;
Now a whispered murmur,
Now a louder strain.
Slender, silvery drumsticks,
On an ancient drum,
Beat the mellow music
Bidding life to come.
Chords of earth awakened,
Notes of greening spring,
Rise and fall triumphant
Over everything.
Slender, silvery drumsticks
Beat the long tattoo--
God the Great Musician,
Calling life anew.
~Joseph Seamon Cotter, Jr.~
I woke up at four this morning to the sound of rain. It was glorious. Nothing is better than laying cozy in your bed, warm and safe when there's inclement weather outside. I've always loved late nights when the wind is howling, rain (sometimes snow) is falling, and it's cold--and there's nowhere to be but tucked under the covers.
1 comment:
ditto that. If only snow days happened where you and I live now, so we could still enjoy those lazy days....cozy inside and cold outside.
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