April 13, 2016

A Light Drizzle

The world seemed so quiet, 
so I stood in its peace. 
Then a few little droplets 
went and fell upon me. 
A refreshing baptism, 
out of mist and of dew, 
the leaves softly stirred,
 life was starting anew.
I enjoy the rain when it's soft and mellow. What about do you prefer - a gentle drizzle or a boisterous storm?


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