Sometimes the rain falls like crystal mist, barely touching anything but the air. Sometimes it comes down in giant bubbles that smack the ground as they land. And sometimes the rain descends like a single sheet of film covering everything in its path. Sometimes I sit in the rain and think about what it is like to be rain.
©2015 Annette Rochelle Aben
that moment
when the night clouds
are cotton candy pink
against the pale blue sky
that moment
when the subtle breeze
gives the tallest tree
a gentle nudge at it’s very top
that moment
when the distant traffic
and yard birds
seem to sing in harmony
that moment
has all but passed
for in your mind’s eye
your heart will smile forever
(c) 2015 Annette Aben
Annette Rochelle Aben 