THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

THE RAIN

A feeling of cleanliness.
Let the water rain down on me.
I can’t resist its pull.
It draws me to the window.
I watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt.
The impurities left behind by humanity.
Wash me.
Clean me.
Make me feel fresh once again.

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

 

 

The rain falls in a constant rhythm,

A soothing and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches weigh down with water,

Dripping tears for the absent sun.

Flowers lift their faces for washing,

Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.

The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,

As the sun returns to herald its return.

A new day dawns around us,

New beginnings for our slice of paradise.

 

AFTER THE RAIN

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After The Rain

The streets will be sparkling clean.

The sun will shine.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sweet with laughter from

the diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

Sparkling clean.

THE FIRST SNOWSTORM

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Snow covers the ground

with its white purity.

Everything is

whispered clean.

Sounds are muted.

Animals go into hiding.

A hush falls.

We’re able to take a deep breath,

step back,

and enjoy the beauty.

There’s no hurry.

Cars are buried.

Mass transit is shut down.

We have time for family

and snow ball fights.

Sleds sliding down

newly created hills.

Hot chocolate

in front of the fire.

Marshmallows roasting

on sticks.

I have my boots and gloves.

I’m ready!

NIGHT WALK

Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}

 

A walk alone in the dark.

Feel the cold.

Smell the trees.

Hear the snow falling.

Watch the stars sparkle.

Engage all your senses.

No interference.

No voices.

No noises.

Only clean, fresh air.

And you.

THE PERFECT MELODY

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The air feels heavy,

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 
 
The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
The first drops fall.
Water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds and souls.
Prepares us for a new day.