Graceful Rain
The tranquility of the mismatched colors of the forest, grass, and sky is like a silent stretch when the rain visits.
The hot, pounding black pavement feels rejuvenated. It soaks in every gentle teardrop from the sky.
Eyelashes drink in sprinkles of rain. This is reassuring and comforting even. Our delicate skin can marinate in the rain if you let it fall upon you. Embrace her.
Run in the graceful rain; stand gratefully still and think. Every carefully planned moment must leave you alone for now. Nothing is more important than taking a timely minute for yourself.
The generous rain gives us life and definite hope that it will all be an exquisite journey. If you can believe unconditionally, irrevocably and without doubt or fear, you will appreciate the rain.
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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