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The Eclectic Pen - Rainchill

By: Tina L. (fyrefairy54) -   + 4 more  
Date Submitted: 2/22/2013
Last Updated: 2/22/2013
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 119
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Walking in the day, drizzle down the neck, rainchill drops fall tiny on my face. Almost misty at times, making the day vague and cloudy, a maze of promises in a dark cloud. Checking the mail becomes an adventure when the cool damp hits the face, and the wind burbles around you; you return dotted with drops, each a story about where it's been: was it a part of some great sea? Did it cool the face of a shepherd in a former drop-life? Did it moisten a drought-ridden soil, coaxing growth and fertility for a desperate farmer? Did it bring laughter to children who try to catch it on their tongues? Rain is such a simple thing, but really-- where has it been before? I wonder as I walk in the rainchill drops as rain falls some more...

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