Day 7: 7th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO
The heat of the night, melted into warm drops of the dawn
As the summer rain drenched the world outside
I lay in my bed watching, my window open.
I love those mornings that begin with a drizzle,
Leaving the trees green, the soil moist, the air pure.
I inhale deeply the scent of the summer rain.
I take my body off the bed, and walk out doors.
In search of my soul
The rain splashes my soul, my being, making me whole.