Next To The Rain

I sat,

Next to the rain.

As it fell,

Or is it pulled?

I could smell it, and the earth,

As they mingled,

As old friends do.

I sat next to the rain,

To hear it,

What a pleasing sound,

That drowns out,

Or silences the world.

I sat next to the rain,

In the soft color of grey and comfort,

Where patience melds with calm.

Encouraged to take ease.

Sitting,

Next to the rain.

30 thoughts on “Next To The Rain

  1. Wonderful, Colleen! Please give the rain my regards, will you, my friend? Remind this heavenly elixir that Southern California would enjoy a visit. πŸ™‚

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