Bloomin' in the Rain



A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. - The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams

Right now:

I hear the rain fall through my open window.
I smell the fresh scent of the great outdoors.
I sense a calmness in the gentle drips of water on leaves.

I find:

A summer rain to rest in.
A minute to dream of what could be.
A day to notice all I have to be thankful for.

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