Pitter Patter

 

 Listening to the pitter patter

of raindrops on my windowpane,

I slip quietly into the Moment

where we are but One Name.

 

 I feel all fuzzy and warm inside

knowing the rain loves me

as well that soon the rain shall bring

My Beloved Flowers to me.

 

Thank you, My Precious Friend,

for loving me as you do

singing sweet soft melodies

to awaken us in the dew.

 

~AmyRose~

 

Photography/Poetry 2014©AmyRose

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