First drop of rain

As I stood there,
In the middle of a garden,
With nothing but green grass all around me,
Feeling the cool breeze,
As it passes by me,
I look above and see the cloudy sky,
Then I gently close my eyes,
And while I was listening to the birds flying away,
And the wind shaking the tree,
I feel something dropp on my nose,
Something moist and cool,
And as it was slowly reaching my lips,
I wiped it off,
And open my eyes,
Knowing it had come,
The thing I had been waiting,
It was nothing else but,
The first dropp of rain,



Poetry by Paurocks
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Written on 2011-07-30 at 18:54

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Paurocks
I thank you both for reading my poem
2011-07-31



I think it would do us all good if every now and then we'd leave our umbrellas and raincoats home and feel the cool, refreshing sensation of raindrops against our skin.

Nice poem.

William
2011-07-31



I love this, you've caught the feelings of anticipation and appreciation.
2011-07-30