Seeing the bright blue sky turn pale,
and mother nature sheds a tear
for an unknown source,
whether sad or happy, I am oblivious.
The smell, the cold feeling, the sound,
so ethereal and surreal.
Enveloped in nature's course,
I swim with my thoughts.
As the smell of sweet fresh rain
sweeps away the hotness of the afternoon.
The air blows soft and blows away the clouds
covering the mischievous evil and heat.
The rain showers
both the evil and guilty.
How magnanimous of mother nature,
the rain soothes the offended and offender,
how loving of creation.
Rivers form on the road,
grass dance like Indians - gleeful,
for the miracle of water...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.