Wednesday, July 22, 2009


The rain falling down...all around

The smell of the moisture intoxicating, mixing, blending

The pine trees near by add to the scent, a clean evergreen

Pitterpat, the rain falls down, all around

Dripping, hitting, rippling, the lake bursts into a thousand tiny puddles.

There, a break, in the clouds...

A stream of light, a rainbow, the rain falls down, all around

Dripping, dropping...the rain its stopping

But it leaves me with its scent, its cleansing, its renewing.

I smile to myself, with the memories...

Of Rain.


Michelle said...

All I can say is that I really like your style.
May I use this as an example when I discuss the idea of writing in threes with my students?

Rainysoul said...

Sure. :)