,A whisper of rain
washed over my skin
marooning me upon
those memories again
that often plants itself
like a garden of green
with its soft pink aura
standing out and for
all beauty of nature
ive know and ive seen
and then the breeze
caresses my flesh
with the softness of a lovers kiss
or maybe even
a slight bit less
like a tenderest of touch
a tender caress
and i watch the redbird
whos song i had heard
but till now  
had  remained
unseen
rushing away
ahead of the rain
while i choose to be
taken away
as  i choose to remain
to let it wash clean
any blues
within
far  away
to know i still feel
as the warm summer
droplets arrive
to know I am blessed
and to know i am alive