Rain Whispers
Rain Whispers
Tender and fragrant
the tiny drops of rain feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face
the roar of the tide, somehow dimmed
as the rain on the beach whispers
Walking through the mists of an early morning fog
delicate wisps of icy tendrils lace between my ankles
the sand gives way to my footsteps
the ocean washes them away
all thoughts wash out to sea
feeling small, peaceful...free
tender and fragrant
the tiny drops feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face...
and the rain.....whispers
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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