Musty gray skies,
Above still waters.
The smell of the rain under heavy clouds,
Whisper of muffled sounds,
Comes with the wind on solid ground;
Whistles through the trees,
A gentle swishing melody of the leaves.
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Musty gray skies,
Above still waters.
The smell of the rain under heavy clouds,
Whisper of muffled sounds,
Comes with the wind on solid ground;
Whistles through the trees,
A gentle swishing melody of the leaves.
What a beautiful sky and bright blue house. I love the poem and its impression of wind and rain and how it moves nature.
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I always love weather like that I don’t know why.
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Same here 😁 .. Tranquillity at it’s best
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