The Rain Upon My Face
by
Jean George
copyright 05-06-2005
Age Rating: 4 to 127
Lying in the deep grass unseen by the passers-by
I listen to the soft hum of an insect lullaby.
Then lightly drifting, slightly shifting,
Drowsily becoming aware of...the cool misty veil of
The rain upon my face.
Lying in the deep grass no longer nodding off to sleep,
Dreamily awaking as the wind is trying to keep
The treetops dancing, raindrops prancing
As I lay becoming conscious of...the silky sensation of
The rain upon my face.
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All of a sudden I feel very refreshed. Excellent imagery, as always. Your poems have the quality of drawing the audience into that poetic world you describe.
This reminds me of my childhood days growing up on the farm. I remember once, sleeping out in the back yard; no tent, just out in the open. In the middle of the night it started to rain, but I wouldn't go inside. I was finally dragged in by my parents.
Thanks for the memories.
What a piece of work!!!! The challenge of a writer is to take the reader on a journey, already predetermined by the author. Hopefully, this journey becomes an unforgettable experience for the reader. This is exactly what you have done here! Everyone can write, but not everyone has the ability to move mountains with words, obviously you do! I encourage others to read this piece and buckle your seat belts while you're at it!!!
Jean, it's definitely been a long time since I've really felt the rain upon my face, but you've brought bacak pleasant memories of my long ago childhood. Wonderful write.
Nancy