Trudy Diane Rider Poet Free verse

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

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James Marshall Goff June 15, 2009 at 4:11 AM lol! I'm lookin' back and see I was last commenter! and am still just blowm away by the feeling I get when I read this poem! Trudy, Jim

James Marshall Goff April 24, 2009 at 6:01 PM oh/oh/oh! this poem is just too sweet and wonderful! it absolutely floats on the page! goodness! this poem is 'the best of the soup'!!!!! jmg

Daver Austin April 1, 2009 at 1:53 PM What a breezy little tidbit. Love it. what part of the rockies were you talking about? I grew up in Denver. Am I close or are you on the coast? Trudy....I'm crazy about that name. Love, daver...p.s. Don't worry - I'm 80 years old, quite harmless.

Keith Bickerstaffe March 31, 2009 at 5:28 PM Gorgeous imagery and exquisite phrasing... such an atmosphere you've created! I love it when the rain whispers. I was on the beach once in the early morning. I was shrouded in fog, and the moisture in the air covered my face... Well done Trudy! Best wishes, Keith (PS I'm gonna be cheeky and ask you to look at 'Nightscapes;' ...it's a tribute to T.S. Eliot and I'd like your opinion.) Thanks!!

Lena Townsend March 30, 2009 at 6:14 PM Such beautiful imagery is displayed here in your writing. The words you write carry the reader away on the waves of passion and tenderness of your soul. Great write. Smiles from Lolita

Robin L. Gass February 18, 2009 at 7:40 PM This is lovely, Trudy. I got lost on that beach while I was reading. The title is perfect. Love, Robin

Belinda Parish February 18, 2009 at 11:40 AM An absolute beautiful write Trudy. I love it when it rains...it seems to make me more at peace in today's frantic world. And the way you describe it, I can feel it even more. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful write.

Carolyn Devonshire February 16, 2009 at 10:06 AM Trudy, isn't it amazing how the sea makes us feel so small, and the rain becomes part of us. Whispering rain is such a nice way to describe the gentle patter of nature's gift. Love this work! Carolyn

Carrie Richards February 6, 2009 at 5:41 PM This poem speaks so softly....like a soft rain in one's face that feels so refreshing! ~ nicely done, Trudy!~ Carrie

Michael Jordan February 6, 2009 at 4:49 PM Trudy - A fellow rain lover - I just love the rain and have always considered it to be "Angels Tears" - I have a poem about it if you care to read it - God Bless hon, MJ