I asked DiVoran for a summer poem. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do~Onisha
Rainy Season
DiVoran Lites
Overhead, gray clouds swarm and boil.
Trees whip and moan.
A mockingbird flies fast, trying to avoid the storm.
All of a sudden it is here, drumming on the porch’s aluminum roof
Lightning flashes. Thunder rumbles and booms.
The storm passes.
Cats run to hide.
Tree frogs sing like bawling cattle.
Sun slants through pink muhly grass
Emeralds sparkle on green leaves.
The cats come meowing for their supper.
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, we hold hands.
Old Things R New 
It looked just like the picture outside our window today. Love the poem!
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Beauifully descriptive, DiVoran. Florida may not be perfect, but I truly don’t want to live anywhere else.
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Beauifully descriptive, DiVoran. Florida may not be perfect, but I truly dfon’t want to live anywhere else.
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Yep. That’s Florida all right. 🙂
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Reblogged this on In Search of Bliss and commented:
Wonderful setting, although it feels too humid to leave New Hampshire
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Thanks for the reblog. You’ve got it right — it is humide!
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