Sunday, October 16, 2016

A Soft Drizzle



Sitting silently, listening to the soft sounds of summer rain cleansing my tension and washing away all the pain.  The dripping drops a delightful dew not meant to wait for morn.  Breathing breath brings bits of insight--sensations like a child being born.

Eyes are open and then they close, sitting firmly upon the earth in my pyramid-like pose.  The grass so green my heart can hardly handle its soft swaying upon the ground.  If ever there was a perfect moment, surely it has been found.  


When rain hits my spine, it never really trickles down a direct or single line.  It blankets my body with chills that energizes the rain to steam.  With such a saturated appearance, there is only glow and gleam. It is in this moment that I realize my place in time.  All that's left for me to do is finally finish this rhyme.
 

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