Now I am sitting here remembering the sounds of rain. A good place to be at bedtime. Ben, I don't know what to say other than "Thank you." so that will have to do.I am alive. And cold rain against warm skin makes me know it.
Exactly. We hide from the elements too often.
Me thanky :)
Reminds me...there's a lot I've never experienced, and a lot of experience I take for granted.
We tend to take things for granted when we're content.
oh man i really, really like this one!
An poem of rain's amazingness...I love it.
I really appreciate it too
*ahem* Clearly you've never been in Oregon...land of perpetual rainfall. It seems like it's all romantic, but then you are just wet...and grouchy. LOL! It DOES inspire some good poetry though...like this one *she grudgingly admits*
Yeah perhaps it can be tiresome in practice but it really comes through in metaphor ;-)
A beautiful poem....I love the ending...there are times I feel I am a weathered rock..but some of them are beautiful. :)
Oh, yes, exactly what I was going for :) it's better to escape the yellow hood.
lovely poem and adorable pic.
Thank you :)
You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!