Drop by tingling drop.
Shine, sparkle, tickle and slather.
Rush down, to meet the yearning land
Merge, soak, overflow
As do those emotions, storming
Whirling, tumbling, and then
Rain on, deep in the heart too.
There is too much that is parched;
That is yearning.
So that the scent of fresh love
Might, once again, draw me in
Online, on a rainy line of thought 🙂
22 February, 2011
It rained and rained, this lovely evening 🙂
Picture, courtesy, Google Images 🙂