By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 18, 2016 Rain-Music By Irene Stanley The silver pencils of the rainAre writing music on the street.And all the twinkling eyes that showBeneath the gay umbrella-fleetOf large and small who come and go,Are vocal as we pass or meet. The silver pencils of the rainAre writing music on the street.Behind a glass door’s friendly glowA child upon a window seatLifts up a striped tin horn to blowA piercing note, bu...
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