All the leaves are singing
with tiny drops of rain--
right now.
And the breeze is caressing my hair
as is blows in through the window,
and summer has its way.
The patters and droplets
are punctuating something
just out of reach,
but cool and familiar,
and almost mine.
The puddles are deepening,
and the streets are washing clean.
Things are smelling fresh again and free and light,
as evening approaches.
New Date-FEB 20
13 years ago