Of Rain, Concrete, and Mud.

Do you hear it? The gentle hum outside, The sound of a thousand kisses, as adventurous droplet  meets the welcoming ground. And for a second they dance in the impact of touch. The concrete, gently shattered, The water, beautifully scattered. A grain, robbed from the hardness, Borne away by the gentle water. A little moisture, absorbed, Sinking into the softening rock. And then, They part. Not as suddenly as they met, But a slow divergence of paths. A gentle kiss as they slide apart. Each with a piece of the other, Each left mostly the same, Yet better for knowing each other.

And then there’s mud. That’s what I want to be

#Love #Poetry #Rain