When it Rains

Maine and More 204

When it rains we can hide,

under the covers,

snuggling down,

warm and safe,

listening,

to the rain,

to our heartbeats,

you tell me your secrets,

and I’ll tell you mine,

whispering in the thunder.

I love your face.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

11 thoughts on “When it Rains

  1. It rained here in San Francisco for the first time in… a really long time. As I headed to the library, I found myself slowing down, looking up as often as I could, and smiling incessantly just because… Like you, I love the rain!

  2. I love rain…but only if I’m inside! Lol.

    This is lovely. Poetry is one area I really struggle with so I’ve more or less give up. I’m jealous of those who can do it!

    1. Thank you for your kind words! Poetry is much more contemplative for me, and can be difficult that way. In other words, I do a lot more quiet thinking, and pondering with poetry. It’s almost something religious, maybe like a monk contemplating. Then I write it down later. In a sense fiction is like using a paint brush, and watching the story come alive. Peace!

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