Dear Friend,
On a rain-soaked bench,
drops hop and land on my lips.
Though I wear my favorite raincoat,
the raindrops still cling to my hands,
as though the earth shares a secret handshake,
for those who pause, who feel
the subtle, cold kiss of air.
And in moments like these,
I remember to inhale the fragrance—
Lost in the hustle,
I forgot my home isn’t a science lab on Mars,
but a vibrant Earth,
exhaling life.
Seeing you write
felt like a wink
between friends
on a rainy day.
(Just one of the many musings the rain has inspired.)
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