It’s early
but not dark
and it’s raining,
none too gently
clouds shed rain drops
and hide the sun
for a while. Hear –
feel – smell – taste,
and see the rain
on a mild morning,
to walk and get wet
feels good to be
alive, wishing you
here by me with rain
to share
what is so good.
I guess, in a way
you are here.
Look both ways, morning, noon, and night.
Mind the gaps, puddles, and slippery when wets.
Beautiful poem, Bill. There’s nothing like an early morning walk in the rain.
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Thanks, Sue. Glad you liked it.
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If romance had music it would be the sound of rain..
I like this poem.
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