Rain Washing The World Green Poem

I have a homing bird feeling about
the rain falling
on the street where I grew up
and played as a child in
the puddles splashing and
raising my Que Sera Sera song to
the falling rain washing
the world green around me.
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I have a homing bird feeling about
the rain falling
on the house where
I lived safely tucked under
my parents’ wings
listening to the reign of thunder
rumbling in the hills
watching the lightning promising doom.
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I have a homing bird feeling about
the rain falling
etching memories
down the window panes
drumming sweet dreams
on the roof
of the long ago house
where I grew up.