The sky brushed in white
Breezes along
Soon comes the night
Heavy and strong
Tight are the windows
A throw is on the bed
How the storm billows
Southwesternly fed
Then... all becomes dark
As the rain hits the glass
Anxiety does start
Unsure how this will pass
No radio or lamp
And no one else at home
In bed burrowed to camp
I pray...and I'm not alone
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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