I am from the earth. My skin soft like the soil. I watch as the rain slithers from the sky like perspiration from my brow. It brings with it the taste of tranquility, and the smell of clean. I let the water kiss the palms of my hands and muddy itself into the soil of my skin. Perhaps it will seek to filter my thoughts and purify my soul as it does the air. The winds are soft and polite this warm and yet cool morning; a mixture of bleak sunshine and splashes of gray. I hope to accomplish what needs to be done. Who knows, I may just give birth to flowers this day, a rose or perhaps a lily or two, with the gentle rain.
I like the pic.
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Me too! Snagged it from Google Images
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I like that shot.
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this image is perfect for this poem!
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It is a nice picture. Funny thing is that I didn’t write this as a poem. It was gloomy out so I thought I’d write about the rain lol.
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Really? Wow, art interpretation and the influence of images! It is still a lovely combo, your words and the image. 🙂
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Thanks : ). I love using images alongside my posts; they really bring the words to life.
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