Drip , plop, drip
The wet cool drops, land
on my bare shoulders
My senses sing, listening as
the whistling wind dances and the drumming branches crash
My moods relax
My skin seeps into the moist air
Smiling
Drizzles fail to drown my glee
Flip flop feet
Cool. no sweat
No more weather chains
Tying me to my chair
To breathe- to be free
Light drops do not chill me
Downpours now ceased
Spring rain, ,the sounds, the feel
My senses are dancing
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Comments (3)
I love rain, its one of those guilty pleasure for me! The first rain of the year I always run around the house and open all the windows to get the fresh smell inside! Your poem beautifully captures the magic of rain! 💜
Beautiful. It is pouring where I live right now, but it felt perfect to read your poem. I love the rain. Springtime rain does really engage all the senses. 💙
Lovely poem