A Letter for a Friend

Duck in Rain

I set out for a walk this morning,
And almost didn’t go.
It was raining, hard,
I never was one for rain, you know.

Then I remembered about the ducks,
And how they love to play,
Underneath the drenching rain,
As if it were a sunny day.

Because of the ducks,
I thought of you,
And though it’s been six years,
Today the pain feels new.

So off I went, to see the ducks,
And as I got soaked through,
The rain, you know, it seemed just right,
As if the whole world cried for you.

Duck image courtesy of Michael W. May on Flickr.


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