As
The mist
Is lifting
Tiny beings
Find themselves exposed
Seeking sanctuary
Of trees, bushes, and flowers
Too timid for interaction
With elementals of human kind
Waiting silently for mist to return
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
When
I was
A small child
I’d watch the rain
Every time it fell
In full awe of the show
Wondering when it would stop
Excited to have big puddles
Stayed on the porch until it was safe
Took off my socks and shoes and went dancing
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
Softly came the rain
Trees relished in the cleansing
The thirsty ground drank
The sun decided to nap
As birds flew above the clouds
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
The sun’s eyes of light
Rays dancing upon water
Leaves turning upward
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
Rain gently falling
Birds and squirrels deep in trees
Wind plays with the drops
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
