Terence George Craddock Soothing Poems

my mother used to hope or pray it would rain at night
so guests would be blessed with the sound peace of rain
rain on tin roof soft sound spitting or solid drumming
mystical soul soothing thrilling is night rain on a tin roof
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working in fire burning tropical heat
baking outdoors is no treat no easy feat
daily grind constant heat will soul defeat
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hot in the fierce
burning overhead sun
but cool beneath a green
tree shade breeze
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