Raindrops, cool and startling on my skin,
causing me to shiver with delight.
Better yet the scent of rain,
fresh and fragrant, for the moment drowning out
the pungent, well-loved tang of seaweed
that tells me I am home;
it is a scent like nowhere else I know.
The world outside is hushed, silent,
people moving slowly and quietly if at all.
Even the gulls swoop low in eerie silence,
as though wrapped in a soft cloud of reverence.
The world is mine to love,
until the rain, chastising me for merriment,
chases me gently, running with delight
back to shelter, where it believes I belong for now.
I did taste the morning.
causing me to shiver with delight.
Better yet the scent of rain,
fresh and fragrant, for the moment drowning out
the pungent, well-loved tang of seaweed
that tells me I am home;
it is a scent like nowhere else I know.
The world outside is hushed, silent,
people moving slowly and quietly if at all.
Even the gulls swoop low in eerie silence,
as though wrapped in a soft cloud of reverence.
The world is mine to love,
until the rain, chastising me for merriment,
chases me gently, running with delight
back to shelter, where it believes I belong for now.
I did taste the morning.