It is finally raining here in Tampa and it sure feels good. The perfect rhythm of an easy rain is the greatest stress free gift going!
Did you feel the rain today
Falling down your face
Was your heart a pitter patter
As the beat began to race
Was your mind a sea of rolling dreams
Cast in the waves of time
Could you listen to me calling you
In my heart you're always mine
The air is full of spices
Flowers like sweet jasmine
Fuller lips for sipping
Dripping with sweet passion
If miracles were possible
I'd will you here with me
To climb the highest mountains
Then power play the seas
I know you felt the rain today
Just as I did too
Passions love the drizzle
From eyes of mine to you
Did you feel the rain today
Falling down your face
Was your heart a pitter patter
As our beats began to race.
...perhaps the rain...felt between two of distance...wishing for the spring and sunshine once held in their heart...perhaps the rain...falling down your face...tears of miracles wishes.
great pen...
John
This is lovely poetry, Susan.
It was surely a rainy night in georgia, rained almost all day in fact. I tried to beat it, but it got me the last two miles of my ride. Now that was miseralbe, cold AND wet.
Well, I would take the rain over this sleet mixture we are getting here in Conn. It is treacherous, to say the least. Looking forward to feeling this Tampa Bay Rain!
Peace, love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Not here I didnt' with a wind chill of -19 and a weather call for a Northeaster to dump a ton of snow on us...no rain. LOL But the write is lovely and I think very special indeed. Loved it.
A wonderful write, Susan. We had rain all day yesterday and storms during the night, now it's just cold, cloudy and windy! Beautiful gratitude in this. Enjoy it while you have it! :)
I felt the snow this morning, and there's lots of it, but I like your poem.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 15, 2007
Yes-sir-re-bob . . . I love the rain and they say we have a sixty percent of the wet stuff this afternoon . . .Nice, sensuous poem combing the rain with passion fulfilled . . .
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great pen...
John
It was surely a rainy night in georgia, rained almost all day in fact. I tried to beat it, but it got me the last two miles of my ride. Now that was miseralbe, cold AND wet.
Walt
Peace, love, and Light,
Amber "V"
hugs
Fee
Love, Pierre.
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.