Stirring aromas of droplets

    Violent is a stirring. Lifting the eyes to behold
a grand possibility in the making.

    Moisture pours from the sky. Unleashing loud
droplets. Oh the aroma pulled here. Inhale and
just sit back to watch.

    Hold this moment. Listen to the crackles of leaves.
Pressing closer to each other. Sending a cooling
breeze to warn.

     Gentle, soothing is a downfall. Opening the
smiles to a grander scale. A soft giggle forms inside
my spirit as the wind stirs the copper, auburn strands.
Whirling. A tiny gasp of love.

   Silence once more. The sudden cease to a
conversation. Hoping in calming of the air a new
moment of stories to fall upon eyes to feast.

    Oh sit anywhere listening, feeling the changes.
Enjoy these tiny moments of simple joy. Feel the
wind push against, tickle your soul. Just hold onto
this memory as another drizzle falls.

    The chords of this melody completing enhancing
the need to dance. To swirl round and round to
the music Jehovah is providing.

   Do you dance? Do you feel the warmth in Jehovah
love? Do you see the drops clearer? Hear them
clearly?

   Soft is a pale face full of freckles leaning upon iron
to have her taste upon textured pinks.  Sending out
the hands to feel the wind and rain. To laugh as
a silly girl with such amazing radiance.

   I dare you to get out and dance in it. Close your
eyes and just feel. Absorb the love of Jehovah placing
kisses all around.

  Do you feel it? Are you enjoying this moment?

   I know I am. Seated currently listening. Feeling
the presses of air against pale soul. Enhancing the
joy absorbed deep into my spirit.

   I stood holding the rainsdrops upon my tongue and
allowed them to dance through my fingers. Oh such
glory here.

           Thank you Jehovah for the beauty.
                Inside and out!