i can't tell the weather.
let me lay that out to start.
no mystery.
it'lI rain, you know, just sayn'.
i got that marked down.
yeah, there's no telling how hard
it'll pound the roof and
blow wind like no one's heard for a while.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
i can't tell the weather.
let me lay that out to start.
no mystery.
it'lI rain, you know, just sayn'.
i got that marked down.
yeah, there's no telling how hard
it'll pound the roof and
blow wind like no one's heard for a while.
sure is better when the storm blows by
and the sun gets through in the morning.
sky is blue, partially, so good too; it's dry.
it's what summertime is all about.
It's warm and quiet
i picked up a John Sanford book that
i haven't read for so long; Rough Country -
i'm reading it again.
this morning thunder and rain hit hard.
we had two young rabbits living in our yard
last night; I wonder how they get by in this storm.
there is no dry haven
they came out from under the heavy lower branches of a pine.
Now five young rabbit's are running in our yard.
They sure move fast.