It is supposed to rain here today...
As you hear them fall,
Moister in the air, a sprinkle and all
Their sound a symphony,
For you, for me
Pearls of light glistering on the pavement,
Their invisible fingers drumming on my window vehement
Tear drops an emotional call
They signify love, sadness, happiness and all
Emotions are something that we all have
With our soul the Lord to us gave,
A piece of mind to help us shine and glow
Healing our soul if enough of it we show
Through the good times, bad times
In between times
By Roger and Birgit Pratcher
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I stand
In the soft
Morning light
To watch the
Gentle rain droplets
Caressing the rose petals
Lingeringly.
— Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel
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After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear — but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.
~Mary Oliver
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