When the rain comes...I will stand beneath it and let it shower me with love and affection.
I will ask it to cleanse my soul and renew me.
May the winds blow and whisper secrets of strength and wisdom into my ears to make me strong and wise.
And may there be a rainbow when it is all said and done to remind me that no matter how dark and dreary it may be...there is always something of beauty not far behind.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
Late night and a little weary. When it rains it is a blessing to me and I always go out into it no matter the hour. I raise my face to the sky, close my eyes and outstretch my arms. It does wonders for the weary. Try it some time...you don't have to be weary to feel the love shower down upon you. :)
Comments (6)
poet corner, ancient bullman to welcome you,
dreams, hail runes and magic lore,
in this place for you, me and them too!
So refreshing to the weary soul!
Whispering Wind!
Beautiful Rainbow!
Lovely Images!
Well written!
Thanks for sharing!
love that Eccentricities
I've done the same thing.. going out into the rain;
you just reminded me to do that again.. thanks!
forgotten.