The rustle of the wind in the trees
the breeze that picks up strength as it goes
the pitter-patter of the raindrops.
Dropping, dripping, plopping....
inserting hope into every plop, drop, drip.
A cool chill
settling like fog
impregnating the air
with the feeling of fall.
Snuggled under a blanket,
doggies and me,
enjoying the damp joyful cool,
full of promise and refreshing.
Coffee cup up
bringing morning bliss
to my lips.
grateful.
The rain drops are full of promise.
I am full of gratitude.
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