The rain comes lightly
a barely discernible mist
drifting down
without a sound.
Then I hear them
larger drops
hitting water
tickling the pool surface.
I dive in
cool, refreshing
relief from the humidity
stretching travel-weary muscles.
A flash of white
A pause
overhead crash of thunder
Tropical evening
and the rain has stopped.
Gorgeous poem, love it! I think writing about the rain is always poetic and this is no exception
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Thankyou, yes now that you mention it I feel the poetic nature of rain too.
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