After the rain

All is quiet since the rain 

Fell and made things green again

Leaves are weeping and the fog

Is rising from the earthy bog

Down the hill where peepers sing

Around the pond and near the spring

The watered ground is bulging with

Moisture damp - and heavy mist

Crawls across the valleys wide

Like a blanket spreads to hide

Fences, barns and even trees

Still and eerie, without breeze

Emerald colors under gray

Stealing what there was of day

Coolness saturates the eve

As I fall into my dreams


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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