“Sometimes, Mother Nature sure does add the salt to the open wound, like on this day, when the world is really going to Hell in a large size hand basket and fast, it rains but it pours!” Gun Roswell


The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
Thank your for stopping by my kitchen. Love the poem! Cheers.
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Thank you for this poem.
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It felt appropriate for the moment ❤️🖖
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Your poem expressed the mood beautifully. ❣️
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