Author Information
Droplets On The Pane
As I awaken at the break of dawn
I hear the sound of a morning storm.
I laid there listening as the rain
droplets pitter pattered on the
window pane.
It brought back memories of days
gone by.I ran through the rain my
face turned up high, the droplets were
pulsing, massaging the skin.It felt so
inviting not wanting it to end.
I smiled to myself, of these thoughts in
my head, as I thought of these droplets
on the pane again.
