Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
The only sound, water lapping gently
The ark will be here soon.
Lonely rain speaks to listening angels…
Weathering the storm under my umbrella
An open umbrella is always comforting.
I see her, her beauty hidden
Strolling the river in the rain!
Water’s edge, my life’s new beginning.
It was a puddle this morning.
He walked away from her, drowning.
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The only sound, water lapping gently
The ark will be here soon.
Lonely rain speaks to listening angels…
Weathering the storm under my umbrella
An open umbrella is always comforting.
I see her, her beauty hidden
Strolling the river in the rain!
Water’s edge, my life’s new beginning.
It was a puddle this morning.
He walked away from her, drowning.