Cloudy and dark, as the storm rolls on in,
Quiet is the morning, soon it begins.
I’m outside in cold, cold air, beneath the sky,
I go about my work, a coldness comes and the temperature drops.
The rain slowly starts to fall, I become wet with cold,
I’m freezing! i’m freezing! water drops upon the ground.
My feet are wet, my hands sting in the air,
The rain keeps on falling, falling everywhere.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Nice to imagine that. I love cold… And rain. We are now at 94 degrees sunny California. Hot!
We are in trouble, people don’t think so. hot at the end of Winter.
On Sat, Mar 14, 2015 at 4:38 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I am sorry to hear that. You take care!!!
Thanks for reading
On Sun, Mar 15, 2015 at 8:21 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I live in Monrovia.
On Sun, Mar 15, 2015 at 4:07 PM, Keith Garrett wrote:
> We are in trouble, people don’t think so. > hot at the end of Winter. > > On Sat, Mar 14, 2015 at 4:38 PM, keithgarrettpoetry comment-reply@wordpress.com> wrote: > >>
I will look up where Monrovia is.
Between Glendora and Pasadena
On Sun, Mar 15, 2015 at 8:22 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Here in California? You are not too far : )
Thanks for reading
On Mon, Mar 16, 2015 at 1:29 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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