Seasonal Drops Of Pure
Busyness in a flash,
a wave of lazy guilt,
the rain sounds so active,
but what have I concurred or built?
Life once calm now moving,
the silence of boredom is gone.
The rain hits the rooftop,
bringing a soothing song.
Laboring in that noise I'd like not to do?
Rather spinning, thoughts of dancing, and embracing you.
Like the hum of spring honey bees
or even a car in steady idol,
asleep in their seats,
this vibration is comforting a child.
Then comes the calming smell of rain,
peaking my curiosity of what's ...