I opened my front door the other day. It was raining. Each drip looked as if it stung the cement landing quickly and bouncing sharply upward breaking into pieces. I stood there for awhile watching. I listened and I smelled. There was absolutely nothing unordinary or special, to make this memory stick. The air didn’t … Continue reading Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20
The rain keeps on fallin. Fallin like tears, from the clouds. The rain keeps on fallin down.
Rain drops gently fall on water Tingle with each drop Playing in my mind.