Softness echoes

       Softness falls. Echoing on slated rooftops and
through galvanized, darkened tunnels. Sounding as
though pebbles dropping into tin buckets half
full of water. So silly I am as I listen intently to the
vibrations in the air.

       Holding a slight tilt to my head and upon my
pale pink polished fingertips I lean the smirking
rosy lips. Ah the thoughts of calm and joyfulness
burst throughout my spirit.

       Sighing to the inhaled senses of citrus candles
and deep heated musk. Hmm so crunchy is the
wet air. Ah yes I am enjoying every minute as the
words of the clouds ease upon every exposed surface.

      So here I smile. Leaning into my green lawn
chair covered in a bright floral sheet just breathing
in the sights. Holding long enough to etch yet another
memory across my mind.

      Oh how joyful just one downpour can bring.
Stretching the curiosity of all. Enticing children and
adults alike to take upon a wild thought of
jumping in puddles.

       Oh now as the tumbling waters cease their
hazy views, a few tiny streams trickle into form. Oh
I hear the calls of whispering birds. The chirps
overtake the silence as my eyes open wider.

       Hmm oh sweet aromas of freshly renewed
earth. The sense of complete calm hold me in delight.
The simplest view of raindrops hiding on iron
rails has me giddy. The spontaneous need to
shake them free and to watch as they land,
disappearing in the wet greenery below.

       Alas the spoken songs are now entering the
moist breeze. The news of tiny ripples of happiness
is absorbed everywhere.

      So here I am saying hello to all who enjoyed
the rain with me.