Misty Morning
It is so beautiful
To be awakened by rain on my face.
It is cool wetness on my forehead,
tiny drops resting on my lashes
And trickling down my cheeks.
It is so beautiful
To smell the green forest scent
That comes with morning rain.
To hear the sounds of life
Beginning to move in the underbrush,
And the pitter-patter of raindrops
Falling like music on the earth.
I open my eyes slowly to the morning.
The sun peeks through the misty canopy above,
Making raindrops shimmer like crystals in its rays
As if, while I slept,
A liquid sheet had been laid upon the world.
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