RAINY DAY AT THE BOOKSTORE
While waiting for the rain to stop
I run my finger along spines
Of books on shelves
Books are my friends
Some are new friends
And some are old
I look forward to the day
We meet again
I pick you up
The read begins
The whole story
Unknown to the reader
Until the end
Finish
Final word
Last page of the book
Or last page of a life
So much happens
In each life
From beginning
To end
You are the book
I am the reader
Your adventures are mine
And mine are yours”
I want to know the how
Or why of you
What makes you tick
Like the clock on the mantel
A dark metal
With an angel hovering at the top
You are my lucky find
Waiting for the rain to stop
June 10, 2018
annellannell 
O! And each time I pick up a book, it seems different because I have changed. I think people,too, whole lives, are like that. I like the detail of the train, the comparison of the ticking clock.
Thank you Susan, I think you are right!
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Our lives are full of stories to be read by those who care to partake of our adventures. Well penned!
Yes, every life has a story to be told. Thanks for your comments.
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Thanks for the smiley face! xoxo
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The sound of rain, the smell of a bookshop … what a perfect coming together!
Thank you so much, I’m so glad you got that!!! Exactly what i was thinking!!! Thanks for your comment.
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Rainy days and books are perfect. I’ve had my nose in a book daily my whole life.
Thanks Sherry, if only there was more time…I keep thinking of a holiday with nothing to do but read and catch up. Thanks for your comment. xoxoxoxo
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Oh yes! Books have always been my friends too. So it’s a joy to greet the familiar and well-loved, as well as to meet and discover the new.