Smelling the rain in the outdoors,
Watching the shadowing sky,
A gentle breeze begins whispering in the trees and blowing against my face.
I hear the rolling gentle rumble.
Bright orange lights jump through the clouds.
I feel sprinkles hit the skin, little drops of heaven.
Stepping back inside, I hear the rain tapping against the roof,
Slanting through the open door, splashing on the porch floor.
Staring out my windows, I watch the rain fall.
Today, the gentle rains and soft rolling thunder bring peace.
I wonder? Pondering the past. Remembering the dreams.
Which dream to pursue?
by Granny Jo
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