The Maiden of Rain is a friend of the farmers,
She comes in spring granting us the growing rain,
She comes in gentle showers in which the youth frolic or she comes along with strong gales soaking a poor unsuspecting soul to the bones,
The Maiden of Rain is a fickle friend to have for she may give you the rain needed to tend your garden or she might flood the roads,
She plays her melodies on your roof lulling you into a deep slumber accompanied by her friend the Lord of Thunder,
In all her forms the Maiden of Rain is a sight to behold.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
