The Solitude Of Gentle Rain

Breathe in, breathe out,
It’s so different now,
A thickening and a depth,
That coats the air around you.

You listen as it falls on tin,
It speaks like fingers tapping,
On trees it makes that drawn out ‘shush’,
Without a form that matters.

Add wind inside the forest trees,
And new rain falls as well,
It compliments that gentle shush,
With a sound of all its own.

Can I see it in the air?
Just, if that matters,
It’s that gentle even greying,
That shimmers as it travels.

So stand and wonder as I did,
When rain wraps round you,
A cleansing time for souls I think,
To that lovely quietening sound.

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