Near but far (IP)
By Rhiannonw
Tue, 01 May 2012
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I’m snug and cosy in my bed,
and smug not to be outside instead
– the rain is pattering and battering
windows and trees,
and I hug my knees,
shiver and grin,
– it’s nice to be in,
warm in bed, instead
of out in that pouring, roaring rain.
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I love the sound of the rain
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I love the sound of the rain pitter-pattering on my window when I'm in bed, Rhiannon. There is nothing cosier, and this lovely poem recreates that. Must be the child in me...as in all of us, I think;-)
Tina
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Hello Rhiannonw, This is a
Hello Rhiannonw,
This is a really sweet poem with a great rhyming scheme. Very atmospheric too as well as lovely images.
Thoroughly enjoyed especially as I can hear the rain on my windows right at this moment.
Thanks for this.
Moya
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Yes, Rhiannonw, I have to
Yes, Rhiannonw, I have to admit thet I felt the cosiness of being wrapped-up in bed while the rain pitter-patters against the window. Loved it!
Trev
TVR
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I sometimes think of my bed
I sometimes think of my bed as a special friend. This poem made me appreciate my bed. Thanks for posting.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I enjoyed this, and can understand how you were feeling when you wrote it. I quite like the sound of rain, and it relaxes me when I am trying to get to sleep, as my bedroom is under the roof, so I do get a lot of rain noise.
Jean
Jean Day
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