It comes down now-or should I say they?
Dropping,
Washing,
Pouring,
Filtering,
The end of my day.
The resevoir of sound
Coats and soothes
This otherwise me
Willing it to turn to snow.
To awake at five in the morning
Tomorrow
To rush to the window
On the tip
Of
My toes
To hold
And waiver there
Here
Peeking
Leaning
Into the glass
Of the
Next moment.
beautiful.
i love the rain.
I have my face leaning against the window and am hearing your words in my head..
wonderful, and captivating , like the rain.
Let the rain wash over you and dissolve into a new day.
May it bring you wonderment and joy.
Great writing! I too enjoy the rain on a day when I can be inside.
Ah how I missed your poetry. Just wanted to let you know I’m back, SE!
Namaste and warm hugs.
RA
SimplyMeg: thanks for stopping in…i too love the rain.
Sorrow: oh! cool visual!
Alexys: Thank you for the words of peace.
Tobeme: LOL, I like being out in the rain, usually when it’s warm temperatures!
Ronnie……………..well, hello! hello! Thank you so much! Namaste right back at you!