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A Gentle Rain

The world feels cleansed After a gentle spring rain Before July’s monster humidity takes over Cat and I luxuriate in the freshness A silent commune Reverent appreciation He nuzzles my arm affectionately. Licked by his sandpaper tongue, I feel loved. We sit without uttering a sound Two souls in April Feeling the gloriousness of God’s gentle rain

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Quoth Theraven

Date: 6/22/2020 10:34:00 AM

Caren, Can it be? What the world needs now, more imaginative creations. And the unlimited potential for good that can only be found in a gentle rain. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/22/2020 5:56:00 PM

Thank you Richard.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/21/2020 11:09:00 PM

Now you're Isaac Asimov. (Before you were Ray Bradbury/Fahrenheit 451). Do you know Asimov's story about the gentle rains? It's called 'There Will Come Soft Rains.' Highly recommended! Not too long a story... I know about your so-called 'attention span.' lol. Seriously, it's a winner. Take care, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/22/2020 5:56:00 PM

I am going to look it up now.