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On our walk the morning as we made the turn 

down a tree filled lane

we were greeted in the silence by a tender…misty rain.

We could feel a slight coolness brush agains our face…

and yet

so delicate were her droplets that we did not get wet.

So light…so mild was that touch of rain 

we barely could perceive her

so gentle even the most fragile flowers 

had to lift their petals to receive her.

I looked up to try and glimpse the mist 

floating against the backdrop of the dawn

but as quickly as she started…that misty rain was gone

And once again I had to smile 

as I thanked the rain for the simplicity of her greeting

reminding me to enjoy both life and beauty…

for both of them are fleeting.