When it Rains

Canada and More 085

When it rains it means books to me

spending the afternoon with Frost, Dickinson,

Rumi and Gibran, whispers of your love for me

floating in the air. I can count the rain drops

falling, singing their softness, or the fury,

when it pours, thinking of blankets and hot cups

of tea soothing, filling us

with the wonder of closeness

drawing us to what is important,

perhaps it is, “The Road Less Traveled”

but it is so beautiful when I look at your face

on a pillow, as we listen

to the meaning of the rain.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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