Freshly Falling Rainstorm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeming to be all alone in the middle of the night,
thinking of all the colors of rainbows after a fresh-
ly falling rainstorm coming to nourish this earth.

Plants, flowers, trees and earth's soil, a complete
entire unfolding of an interior talent innately being
used to water everything in this world.

Loving notions and ideas that keep reaping rhythms
from people and their conversations everywhere you
go in life.