NEW BEGINNINGS December 2, 2018Susanne Leist NEW BEGINNINGS The rain hits the puddles in a staccato rhythm. Tree branches hang low, weighted with water. Flowers lift their faces for their morning washing. The cold, crisp rain refreshes and renews. The clouds wring dry. The sun returns to brighten the day. The air smells clean. A new day dawns. A new beginning. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related