A soft spring rain like a lovers breath
Upon my roof... light footsteps
A sweet deluge of kisses
Moist and nurturing ease
Greeting my morning with passion
Like a lover come to tease
Oh sweet first rain of Springtime
Amore ' come to call
Kissing my rooftop with magic
Caressing my morning and all
Urging all of the new growth
Stand up and reach for the skies
Show your panonine colors
Let your messages fly
Sweetening taste of a lover
Lifting my passions for Spring
Calling upon all my favors
Perfuming me with a sweet rain.
I can always tell when it's going to rain.
I smell it coming.
I can always tell when love is just a read away
I look for your name
Another great title.
Doug
... so soft and tender, the warmth here evaporates it into the beauty of the morning mist that weaves its way into everything. As detoxing and refreshing; as cosseting and stimulating as a sauna, Susan. Now to find the cucumber slices for my eyes... in the hope that love might nibble them away! :)) True SKdV stuff. Kate xx
Don't you love when rain go on discrete? just tiptoing over the rooftops with that delicate tap dancing following the deep bass drums of the far away thunder...
Now, I KNOOW that Susan de V is back, and is in rare and romantic form! No one writes like you do, allowing our everyday gongs to be touched like that of a lover and in feeling the loving ! ! ! This is magnificent. - Bill
Good to see you posting again and not at all to see such a lovely and magical write as this being offered as a gift to your readers. Lovely indeed. Welcome back dear friend.
hugs
Fee
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
I smell it coming.
I can always tell when love is just a read away
I look for your name
Another great title.
Doug
Blessings ...
Georg
Amore ' come to call
Lovely, Indeed!
Love, Pierre
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
Hope you're feeling better soon.