Where the Rain Falls

When I am in debt to the world for merely existing, I repay it by taking a moment to appreciate that which most take for granted.

I hide away inside the glen
Where the rain is falling.
I close my eyes and listen to
Birds that keep on calling.

Raindrops trickle softly, slowly,
Over the greenest leaves.
I'm trapped within a grand splendor
Under the forest eaves.

Springing grass underneath my feet
Rebounds after each step,
Burdened only a moment long,
Weaving a glossy rep.

My breath is heavy on the air,
It is so warm and wet.
This peaceful realm is so divine,
I pay my mortal debt.

What is the purpose of this place,
If not to lure one in?
Standing here in blissful repose,
I now repay my sin.

Author's Note

It's been months since I last wrote something. I hope it isn't too terrible. Let me know what you think!

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

This is so well written I can imagine trading places with u in the story.very imaginative.short and Sweet.I am satisfied thoroughly.

[intuitivesoul]

Not to rusty in my opinion! Always a pleasure reading your passion. Normally I say work, however from reading what you write. I don't believe you would consider it work at all.

[Katie Lynn]

Thank you. :)