Poet's blog: "Poetry"

A soft rain A soft rain, On a warm morning, During a walk, Is an invitation To refine those Memories That have faded since Childhood. Is it the falling of the Drops through the leaves That we hear? or Is that the movement of Peals of water rolling over the Once dry creek bed? I have thrown aside My umbrella… A quiet that is only Broken by the swish Of car tires as they Breathlessly swirl by, Rain flattens my Hair, running rivulets Of nature’s tears over My unshaven face. My dogs prance the Prance with what we foolishly Call a smile on their faces. That is obviously just Contentment! The rain is irrelevant To them, silly! Yet not to me As I recapture The joy of catching Droplets on a tongue Stuck out in Defiance of growing old, I care not, I am wearing flip flops, My t-shirt sticks To my chest. Poet