There was a gentle smell through the window
Even stronger when the wind blow
Raindrops falling, The storms rebuttal
Raindrops falling have formed a puddle
Relaxed in bed, Prone to cuddle
Peaceful times when the Earth is humble
Tree leaves hanging out like thousands of tongues trying to quench it’s thirst
I hear everything each drop touches, simultaneously as if one never hits first
Morning Rain
© Aaron D. Swopes