RAINY EVENING

I stand on the porch.
Raindrops fall with quiet gentleness,
Stroking my face;
Running their fingers through my hair;
Dancing on my shoulders.

Their fragrance is sweet.
Their pungent mix intoxicates me;
Comforts my soul,
Delivers my mind from noisy thoughts
Until I’m still within.

Coolness holds me close,
Enfolding me in soft, breezy arms;
Whispering my name;
Telling me stories from long ago;
Then, I’m ready for sleep.

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