Writing My Share
Writing My Share
The rainy day produces words to speak and any day of the
week.
The ground is wet, yet I have my pet and I am set to jet.
Going about the day, not in a soggy way.
Where would I go with the rain, what do I have to gain?
The day is still young, the chick has sprung.
I could look at a picture with mountains and snow, put myself
there without a care.
Look at the islands from the highlands and hear the music
from violins.
All in the imaginations inside of a rainy day, this is okay.
The production of where I go and what I do, I see clue after
clue.
Clouds in the sky shaped like horses, mother nature comes
with forces-
Sometimes hail and wind, snow and slosh, sunshine, and the
smell of summer grass, you make the dash.
Out the door you go, squat down low, hit or miss or call for
your sis.
The imagination runs wild and is never mild, bring out your
inner child.
You make your dreams come true with your thoughts and
action.
Streamline the pictures you see- in your mind, on the walls,
visiting people, places, and the many faces.
Your world is what you make it.
How do you see your world? As the globe sitting on a desk
looking like a mess…
Or vibrant as the trees, flowers, rain showers and gold
towers?
You make the call- standing tall- you have it all.
I write my share as I care about you.
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Remember Acts 14:17 talks about rainy days
Exra 10:13
Hosea 10:12
Isaiah 45:8
Isaiah 55:10
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