Rain
The sweet rain falls outside my window and droplets run down
the pane.
The air is heavy with anticipation and smells of damp, musty
refrain.
The darking skies surround my world in a warm, wet blanket.
And turn the leaves and grass into the greenest green carpet.
To feel the soft, wet earth move beneath my feet and squish
between my toes.
To have accumulating soft water droplets soak my shoulders and
trickle off my nose.
To run and frolic again, carefree, water splashing with every
bound.
That's what the rain brings 'round.
Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull
4/18/98