As I sit on the porch,
Droplets hit my toes,
Like sprinkles of renewal from above,
The sound of rain frowned ever stronger,
The smell of beginnings pursuing my nose.
The sun sets behind the full-bellied clouds,
Stepping off stage for the star of the show,
The black opal sky takes its place overhead,
Embracing the stars,
ensuring their glow.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
As I sit on the porch,
Droplets hit my toes,
Like sprinkles of renewal from above,
The sound of rain frowned ever stronger,
The smell of beginnings pursuing my nose.
The sun sets behind the full-bellied clouds,
Stepping off stage for the star of the show,
The black opal sky takes its place overhead,
Embracing the stars,
ensuring their glow.
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