dripping from clouds,
like an excuse,
lke an apology of sorts,
i come to appreciate
the lightness of its touch,
bringing to my senses
the smell of newmown
life,
waking the slumbering
scions of scintilla.
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6/29/06 — thoughtful about a drizzle…
i like this poem…
you can almost feel the raindrops in every single word..
great .. a metaphor of tears to me . .. .