Rain Drop On a Rose
Rain drop on a rose,
such a smell it brings
my way.
Taking pictures
with my mind,
to store forever.
Clouds over head,
tells me more rain
will fall before it's
over.
As I head for cover,
under a pine tree,
the rain begins to
fall into a heavy
down pour,
another fragrance
touches my weary soul,
the rain mixed with
the pine tree sends,
me into an hypnotic state,
I sit here wondering
when rain will stop,
the forest is such a place
to be when you want to
think things over, so
rain keep falling.
wrote 4-7-11
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