Hearing the rain reminds me of nights stayed in, There was always something soothing about the wind; The house shaking with every blowing gale, The lights would blink, the lights would fail; An extra blanket may be needed, it's bound to get cold, Holding the covers tight, the heat I must hold; The winds and rain violently crashing against the glass, Each and every gust so much different than the last; Whipping at the window no pattern to the mist, Sometimes the sounds would allow me to drift; I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, The storm outside sometimes defines how I'm feeling; As the rain pours down I get lost in my thoughts, I recall the memories I had almost forgot; Nowhere to be and nowhere to go, Whistling of the wind as it continues to blow; Tonight I’ll curl up to the howling pitter patters, For now at least nothing else matters.
No Pattern to the Mist
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Earth To Ash 
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Well written!
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So you’re a pun enthusiast, eh? We’ll I have a degree in punology, my friend. So you show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Do you know why a tree is a better pet than a dog? The bark won’t wake up the neighbors. You’re up.
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I’m very fond of poems written in couplets. Your rhymes flow well… they don’t feel forced.
Your blog is well designed. I am a little disconcerted, however, to see that I also follow every blog you have in your “blogs I follow” list. Perhaps a case for the X-Files?
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Thanks Brian… Btw the truth is out there 😉
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