Early in the morning, the sun’s first rays hit the top of the hills and one lonely leftover cloud. I’ve learned keep the camera handy and to drop everything when the light is right. Sure enough, less than a minute later, the light changed and the magic was gone.
Cloud Talk
I didn’t have the heart to add
Another drop of rain
With all the cloudbursts you have had
It could become a pain.
I’d rather brighten up your day
With promises of joy
For drought relief, a price you pay
Too much rain can annoy.
What a lovely poem, goes with the beautiful Picture!
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TY. Ursula. 🙂
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Photo and poetry both great! That photographer’s instinct is real important. I think you’ve got it. 🙂
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Thank you, Pat. I see a nice scene and run for the camera.
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Your poems are lovely.
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I’m happy to hear you say that, because sometimes I hesitate about hitting the publish button.
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Lovely, Anneli. 🙂
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Thank you, Jill.
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Beautiful.
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TY, DK. 🙂
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That photo is definitely one of those “Kodak Moments”. Good job on the photo and the poem. 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Sonja. Seized the moment.
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Perfect timing!
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Yes, quick and lucky.
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Beautiful photo and poem.
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Thanks, Belinda. I’ll never be a proper poet, but I have fun with these little ditties. Thanks for reading them.
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Awesome photo and cute poem. We just returned from a trip to the Black Hills in South Dakota (as on my last post), but the mountains in your part of the world are much more majestic and awe inspiring. The Black Hills were lovely, but they had a whole different feel.
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That’s what makes traveling so wonderful. Every place is unique.
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This was a gorgeous photo with a special message for the sunny cloud. 🌤
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