O sweet spring rain each drop of heavens joy touch my garden again as roses perk, shy and coy. Kissed in soothing fashion senses near insane with breaths of passion; blessed sweet spring rain.
Each drop of rain that slowly falls gives kisses to my skin no matter if in springtime or winter rains it be I am moved by every soft and gentle thought that touches my inner being.
Sweet spring rain
ReplyDeletethe kind I like the best
the drops you can dance in
and feel nourished like the rest.....
yes...love the rain, love the poem...
Hugs!
Chris
Each drop of rain
ReplyDeletethat slowly falls
gives kisses to my skin
no matter if in springtime
or winter rains it be
I am moved by every
soft and gentle thought
that touches my inner being.