In the gentle rain softly falling
The scenery whispers among the clouds
Sparkling drops fall incessantly
Sending memories of bygone days.
Raindrops like an old melody
Telling tales of love from long ago
The wind sighs through the leaves
Whispering the longing of the waiting one.
Rain lightly on distant fields
Soothing the sadness in our hearts
The gentle rain brings dreams
Of being together again as in the past.
Rain quietly flows, clouds roiling
Sharing joys and sorrows
Raindrops fall like tears
Reminding our love to stay forever.
About the Creator
The Blue Ridge Stalker
Tom had left the Ford down the way, its spark plugs finally exhausted and no mechanics for a dozen miles back through the foothills to Strossburg. No matter, he had worn his boots—almost as if he planned for this to happen. The puzzle he sought to solve emanated from the woods clinging to the slopes above; the valley behind held no mysteries.
By Stephen A. Roddewig7 days ago in Fiction
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