A Peaceful Sunday Morning Soul Stroll ☔️
A chilly November morning,
Misty rain in the air.
The only sound to be heard,
Are droplets softy falling.
They break the silence,
With their musical
Drip, drip, drip.
Unconsciously, my pace slows down,
And I stroll in time to the rhythm of the rain.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
I’m at Peace.
~lf~
Lovely as always, but it made me cold! 😮
Actually, it’s not to bad out…in the 50’s…..damp and chilly, but nothing a nice hot cup of coffee won’t cure!! ☕️
Loved it! Literally felt myself relax reading the lines. And the pic is perfect 😊
☺️☺️☺️ Thanks so much D!!!!
What a wonderful poem! And it’s true, if you not only listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, but move with its music, it will bring you to sweet peace and lovely calm.
It was a cleansing stroll!! :))))