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Misty Rain

On our walk the morning as we made the turn 
down a tree filled lane
we were greeted in the silence by a tender…misty rain.

We could feel a slight coolness brush agains our face…
and yet
so delicate were her droplets that we did not get wet.

So light…so mild was that touch of rain 
we barely could perceive her
so gentle even the most fragile flowers 
had to lift their petals to receive her.

I looked up to try and glimpse the mist 
floating against the backdrop of the dawn
but as quickly as she started…that misty rain was gone

And once again I had to smile 
as I thanked the rain for the simplicity of her greeting
reminding me to enjoy both life and beauty…
for both of them are fleeting.

beautyliferainverse

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