Hear what they say when they land,
watch as they change the color of the sand.
Add to the puddles, creeks, rivers,
oceans, and seas, these thoughts make shivers.
The shivers their coming even when sheltered,
the opposite of when the weather sweltered.
Darkened the skies tears falling with grace,
refreshing when falling on ones waiting face.
Listen and quietly watch till they stop,
give yourself time as the rain it drops.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A beautiful pouring of words that fall like the rain. Each drop and word forming pools and rivulets to the next following the stream of consciousness. Nicely done
Your graphic description conjures memories of my youth, when I loved to pop open an umbrella and take long walks in the rain. Each line creates a blissful experience, beautifully and lovingly written.
Rain is so beautiful it's true, and with everywhere it's been it does have a lot to say! I love this concept!
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