Sofia, Poetry
The Lesson of the Rain
When rain comes on, I get up and look out. It is a spectacle, a miracle, a blessing not in wise disguise at all. I hear it first, soft patter as drops hit the leaves...
When rain comes on, I get up and look out. It is a spectacle, a miracle, a blessing not in wise disguise at all. I hear it first, soft patter as drops hit the leaves...