Oh how the rain fell,
Soft and tender as a mist.
The aroma of the forest,
Cool mint,
Summer scents upon it's leaves.
Water drenched growth,
Shining with silver.
Alive on the movement of the drop.
Oh how I sat still,
Capturing the wet,
Dancing around my eye lashes.
Longing for nothing but the rain,
Giving no worry for the day.
A forever memory.
The rain.
Endless time.
Oh how the coolness draped upon the air,
Close to me, gathering a shawl about me.
Warm, my shoulders held my wrap.
I remember sitting,
Watching through the weave of my shawl.
It was like a net, safe, but open.
Around it I felt no time of rush.
No need, No worry.
Just the day and time.
The forest.
Oh how I loved the shawl,
That set the scene, perfectly.
Among the forest green,
A tropical paradise and heaven.
I belonged that day,
As long as I sat regally at the veranda.
Over looking my realm,
My brightly colored spectacle.
My arms felt the warmth of the shawl,
Lovingly hung about me,
The shawl dripped off my fingers,
As fluid lace.
From my soul.
Oh how time could stop,
Deep in the sound.
Tapping a hum of soothing music.
Drifting into the rustle of leaves.
Was there ever such a day,
A night.
Evening dreaming breeze.
A dream I would have often,
Now in memory.
Time goes on,
Packed away.
The shawl still remains
The gift.
Oh how rain could stir the spell,
As time goes by.
Timeless forest tribute,
The Scents and sounds alive.
No sorrow for the day,
The rain brings today,
A sprinkle light as dew.
Bliss shared in a dream,
For where ever time brings us,
Paradise goes with.
Only the scene changes.
The rain is inconstant,
But forever the same.
Oh how I carry the warmth inside,
Easily worn.
I still have the shawl,
Saved with love.
From time to time,
I reach around my arms.
Feel the net of beige thread,
Caressing my shoulders.
Giving memory to a day,
With the rain and the shawl.
I sit across the yard.
Think of the forest,
Friends, Love.
And the delicate drops of rain.
Oh how I remember the forest,
Vibrant and teaming.
I have another paradise now.
In a world less green,
Less rain.
All that remains is a dream,
I have now.
Real as life and full,
Together now we live.
In our realm.
I still sit and watch,
Feel the wind and the breath of scents.
Waiting for the rain,
For life in sand to grow.
Oh how life could be so sweet,
That memories could be so tender.
After all.
I have no need for rain,
Only perchance at drop.
Just as satisfied all the same,
With the memories of the forest.
After all.
Thanks for the memories,
You gave.
We have many more,
As droplets in a sea.
I have no need,
All the same.
I keep the shawl,
As a memory of you.
And the forest paradise.
You may e-mail me.
At: thoughtwriter@hotmail.com
