The sun filters through rain,
Nearing the end of its day of light,
First random drops, an irregular drum beat,
Building to a steady pattern of soaking release
A gentle symphony of chords
Playing through the canopy of the park’s shade
Feeding the soil,
Drenching the body,
Cleansing the soul.
2 thoughts on “A Walk in the Park”
oh yes, singing for sure.
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