The soft patter of raindrops on still leaves
first one, then two
then many
signals a gentle evening shower
almost pastoral
the world was quiet
in the quenching
and my thoughts
meander back to
when you came close
when you taught me
to color outside the lines
for the first time in
my monochromatic life
i knew what color feels like
I knew how feelings are color
but now
the soft patter of raindrops.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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