Sunday January 31, 2010
10:00 am
Still Falls a Gentle Rain
Aware of a furrow at my brow
I sip a cup of tea
And allow
The warm and cozy fire to occupy the place
Where knitted thoughts did race.
Outside, a gentle rain falls in comforting hum.
All glistens, cleanly.
So keenly do I smell the rain
I rise
Move to the window
And open it to stand feeling
Cool damp air.
Moisture rejuvenates the moonscape of my face,
Arms, and even my hair.
Sliding closed the glass
I settle back into the contrast
Of warm, dry comfort.
Nature rejoices at the long, slow drink of water;
Muses forward to the next
Soft, steady, gentle session of rain.
Distant mountains entertain the quiet sister
Of rain as she flounces her hair, shedding whiteness
everywhere
Kissing feathered eyelashes goodbye,
While here below-
Still falls a gentle rain.