Miffed Moisture

A Poem by Pete

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained. - Thoreau

It never rains when I want it to.

So I cry my own acid downpours.

Cutting to the chase with a dull knife.

Welcome to the condensed story of my life ...

© 2019 Pete

Author's Note

“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us.” - Thoreau

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Added on September 28, 2019
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Author

Pete

Boston, MA

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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..