Betty's Patio
Betty’s patio was magic.
A place where the weather spoke.
When the wind blew so did her many wind chimes.
Hanging in a row on her patio.
Clinking and ringing and dancing.
When it rained,
the tin roof exploded into a one man band.
Tut tut tut
the drippy sound
and blam blam
the sound of the large rain drops falling on the surface.
The symphony changing as the rain hardened and softened.
Finally, When all else settled down,
There was always the sweet chirping of birds
Never seen but always heard
Surrounding this patio
Singing their daytime lullabies.
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