The Soft Rain

sighing on the roof

  muted, almost silent

  apologizing for having awakened me

  lulling me back to sleep

  its cadence the sway of a mother’s rocking

Soothing sounds I welcome into my soul

  the greeting of an old friend

  beautiful patterings on the shingles

  the aged beauty of a wrinkled grandmother

Slow drops quieting my mind, my heart

  Nature’s whisper

  I am cleansing you

  I am cleansing you

Published in:  on June 24, 2009 at 5:41 pm Comments (5)