RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

NEW BEGINNINGS

NEW BEGINNINGS

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

Tree branches hang low,

weighted with water.

Flowers lift their faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds wring dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

THE PERFECT MELODY

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.

CLEAN ME

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Clean me.

Wet me.

Drench me.

Feel me.

Touch me.

Clean me.

TEARS FROM HEAVEN

The sun hits my face.

Clouds roll by.

Followed by raindrops.

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds.

Propelled by the soft wind.

They blur my vision.

Stop me in my tracks.

Cause me to look up.

To the heavens.

To the source.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window
to watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
The dirt left by humanity.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new once again.
Who can ask for anything more?

TEARS FROM HEAVEN

The sun hits my face.

Clouds roll by.

Followed by raindrops.

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds

they fall.

Propelled by the soft wind.

They blur my vision.

Stop me in my tracks.

Cause me to look up.

To the heavens.

To the source.

RAIN

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Safe and secure.

Beneath the bridge.

Rain splashing free.

Wild on its journey.

Watering the trees.

Filling the grass.

Life for the flowers.

Puddles for the concrete.

A splash.

A spray.

Cold on my face.

Alive.

Surrounding me.

With life.

HAPPY

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Sitting on my cotton ball.

High up in the sky.

Raindrops can’t touch me.

I’m up so very high.

NATURE'S WRATH

The sky turns from blue to black.
The waves rise up and bow
to the forces of nature.
Boats head to shore.
All in a hurry.
In a hurry to out race the storm.
The waves pound a furious beat.
Raindrops join in the chorus.
Thunder accompanies with its dark sound.
Pound, pound, pound.
Could we survive nature’s wrath?
Only time will tell.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window
to watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
The dirt left by humanity.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new once again.
Who can ask for anything more?

A NEW DAY

Rain washes away all impurities.
It leaves the ground fresh and new.
The fragrance of grass and flowers
floats in the clean air.
A good time to create and write.
A good time to start anew.
A new day for all.

CAUSE & EFFECT

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Like a raindrop had fallen into the water, creating waves that spread outward.