Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Friday, October 06, 2006

The rain falls down

The rain falls down, soaking the ground,
Running along the trees in a gentle caress.
I am warm and snug, sipping apple cider
Yet longing to join the rain in its graceful,
spinning, falling dance through the air,
Becoming the rivulet, stream, river, ocean
Resting in the arms of every other drop,
Skipping joyfully to the ocean.


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