A Gentle Cleansing
By butch
Raindrops hit the window splattering into patterns making unexpected sounds; lightning creates shadows hurried flash show playing on the wall; thunder comes loudly patiently rolling along stealing the moment; diluted streets awash moving too fast seeking watery intention; birds hide in branches trees weighed down happy for the bath; clouds heavy with downpour almost touching hills wet with impending verdure; behind closed curtains the unseen eyes waiting for relief; a world at peace quieter than before undisturbed by bother; life kept at bay a temporary sojourn respite and cleansing; a taste of immunity winnowed from reality glimpse of freedom......... Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 10:03 AM PST 10 • 0 • 12
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"Raindrops hit the window..."