In the quietness of my study the pleasing sound of a Novembers first rain upon our tin roof a pure symphony of beauty.
The swish of the wind with an occasional pelting upon the window from gentle knocks to pounding fists.
A flash of light light upon the quietest moment before the rumbling tempo from a mighty drum.
Followed by darkness…
As I stumbled through black of night the creaking floorboards guiding my way…
A beautiful scent found its way into my path…
Guiding me to someone equally beautiful…
She was facing the mirror when I opened the door…
Lighting much of our bedroom…
As she turned I fell in love again…
As I did and do each day…
#rain, #love, #creakingfloors
A Poet's Haven 
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