Rain, rain. How have I missed thee? Let me count the ways:
I have missed your pitter patter on my roof top
watching all living things refreshed and alive again
listening to the melody of droplets trickling down the spout beside my bed
the scent of wet earth
cheering for raindrops that race each other down a window pane
the feel of cool kisses on my skin
jumping and splashing in a puddle and feeling like a child again
all of the memories your return brings to me
The only good thing I can say about drought is how much it makes us appreciate the rain. Beautifully written, Jan.
The only good thing I can say about drought is how much it makes us appreciate the rain. Beautifully written, Jan.
On a cool fall day
Sipping a mug of spiced tea
Enjoying the rain
Inspired by Jan. 🙂
So nice. Only our cat is dismayed by getting wet paws. She sleeps until this strange wet deluge ceases so she can go into the yard again and chase lizards and dig up moles.
Velda, if there were a thumbs up button, I’d click it for Bobbi. 😉
Velda, if there were a thumbs up button, I’d click it for Bobbi. 😉
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I always enjoy your poetry.