Smell
that dusts worries
away.
Wet
that refreshes
my soul.
Plops
that look like
pawprints
on my windows.
Splats
that drum
a happy tune.
Sensory Overload.
I love
Rain.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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Great photo, Hannah! I see you like the rain for some of the same reasons I do! I also like to dance in it, play in puddles and get completely drenched. Another version of my worries and pain being washed away! Makes me feel like a little girl again!
It’s a gorgeous photo, isn’t it? She certainly has the gift of photography!
Molly Jo recently posted..Rain.
Ahhhhh, I remember rain, now!
margaret christine @ notes from maggie’s farm recently posted..sidekicks: poetry 180
Indeed, it’s few and far between out here. Your farm photos indicate you get more than we do!
Love this poem! We had some great down pours this week : )
Ann recently posted..We Saved a Bird
Thank you, Ann! We don’t get much rain, so we certainly enjoy it when we do.
Very pretty. (:
We haven’t had rain in quite a while .. surprising for Abbotsford.
Larissa T. recently posted..Mill Lake for Labor Day.
But from what I’ve seen in your photos, at least you still have more green than out here. ;)