(heart, beat)

contemplative solitude

It’s quiet tonight.

Contemplative solitude,
Steady pitter-patter of rain,
Gentle breeze softly caresses,
light to the touch;

Blanketed,
the dark of night.

Is the long drought finally over?

Strangely –
this
tastes, sounds,
(heartbeat)
feels…

like coming home.

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