It’s raining soft rain, diagonal crystalline streams
Washing away today’s regrets and yesterday’s sorrows
a crisp, cold breeze blowing through the sky caressing each movable thing, playfully engaging
a multitude of lush, green trees, dancing on the wind right outside my window
they are so very alive, the young ones are jaunty the older ones sway
against a light gray sky, not so cheerfully pretentious as a blue one, and nowhere near as tempestuous as one filled with storm clouds
fat raindrops affix themselves to my window, they cannot miss the show
Visual pictures that lay troubled souls to rest, gentle imagery that soothes even the rawest wounds
The wind whispers through the sound of soft rain,
Healing begins as I watch the weather outside my window.
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