๐ŸŒฟ Robins and Rain

I walked in the drizzle grey

of rain

and listened to a

red-breasted robin

who seems to know nothing

of sadness or sorrow,

knows only a song

of joy and good cheer,

and I thought how easily I

can let the dreary weight

of drizzle drown the

melody of joy.

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