Rain drops run rivulets
Down the iron
Along bark
They run and they run until they simply run out
Soak in and stop
Lying in bed I listen to them scatter and thrum
Wondering
How it would feel
To be a raindrop running
Joining and splitting, becoming greater, smaller
Turning into a puddle, forming a drip that drops
Then as the sun comes up
Gently steaming
Merging with the breeze and being carried away with such ease
That I forget what it was ever like
To freeze
*photo courtesy Geetanjal Khana Unsplash
Wonderful write, Kate.
Thanks Jeff ✨💕
You’re most welcome, Kate. Always. ✨💞
enjoy as here we have none at all
Beautifully written, Kate. I could visualise this so perfectly by your vivid description, and almost felt like I was the raindrop Thanks for sharing … Ellie xx 🦢😘
Thanks Ellie 🥰
You are right, weather does remind me of the impermanent nature of all things ⛈💕
Beautiful