Rain

Rain.

Finally.

Dusty, dry soil

Parched plants and trees

Desperate for water.    

Are you desperate for rain?

Tapping of drops against the window

Satisfy the craving for comfort.

Steady beat of rain on the roof

Places us safely in the cocoon of sleep.

Surrender to its hypnotic sound. 

Allow it to carry you to a place of letting go,

A place of drifting dreams,

Both waking and sleeping.

Rain.

Balm for the spirit,

Quenching our thirst for peace. 

 © Lynn Wyvill 2012

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