Falling

sprinting to your door
the rain soaked newspaper held
just over my head

staccato whispers-
light rain falling
through the trees

Posted in Afternoon, Beneath, Chance, Concepts, Distance, Elemental, Fall, Life, Light, Love, Peace, Rain, Seasons, Sky, Sound, Water and tagged .

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